Taking another route: along the smell
just like kids who follow the blood trace
eager to find out where it leads to
and to what it was
that got hurt.
When they hid under the rug
played with snowballs
pens
watched the rats fight each other
and rabbits alike.
Then, when they got older- took their treasure tools and
went on their first yet unlucky journey where they met
the dwarf woman
them being half as innocent as she was
yet who could tell?
She went:
“Dig it up but do dig deep, one two three-just one leap”
Four started out
One got killed
And one freaked out.
Two made it home again
One dies now
And one will then