You will find my passage clearly marked 
with mental breadcrumbs and seeds 
encountered between ravens and me.
We are each hungry, seeking attention 
from both young women and widows who 
may take us in, nature us, share their compassion,
desires, and grilled cheese sandwiches.
Nutrition comes in many forms; 
only I will ascertain when I am adequately sated.
Once fulfilled, I shall leave behind my handkerchief 
under the table or apple tree, not accidentally, so 
I may have a reason to return.

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