I want some input...

As I was watching, I heard a sound

And from behind me a snake snuck forth

Following a trail of breadcrumbs, following it’s path.

His name I decided was Hansel and I wondered if he was going home.

So I focused my attention upon the pattern being made

And sought to discover where the end would lead.

The snake twisted into spirals, turned into corkscrews,

Went up and over logs, slinked under and around people’s unwary feet.

No screeches, no squeals, no screams of attention were given to this feat.

Instead the group stood huddled searching for a clue

While underfoot the snake continued, unaware of

the ruckus up above.

“Shh!” I heard sputtered from the crowd, “Oh, nevermind,”

And they continued, unaware of

the trouble down below.

And so the searching comes to nothing and a relentless path is followed.

Breadcrumbs…

No.

I meant that red stuff, you know...

Oh, I forget.