Greetings, and welcome to our Forest. All living entities do need to eat, For some a more than easy feat, For most it is a welcome treat, (And, bipeds only have two feet.) Track me down, my prints survive, Here up ahead, We're still alive, A little peckish I'll admit, Until you get here, in a bit. Do not hunger do not fret, For there is substance in you yet, flesh that we do wish to taste, Will come to us in two-step haste. Do not fear the path- so long, Sing to us your human song, Gaily as you tread along, Do not worry, nothing's wrong. If you see four steps ahead, you'll realize that you won't be dead, In four steps time at least my friend, Although the next could mean the end. The Claire de Luna will show a way, Until the night becomes the day, When we at last may meat old friend, Our supper's just 'around the bend'. Don't think us crazy or think us mad, Saintly snacks for us aren't bad, As tasty as a carcass find, Don't us consider you too unkind? Buried deep beneath the snow, These woods for some seemed far to go, A silent sleep amidst the trees, Will prey put your mind at ease. A dream, a prayer, the journeys' end so close your eyes and rest -my friend, for Heaven holds rewards to send, receive my brothers, be reverend. ~ sheri ~