INTO THE WOODS
Where are we going?
To Granny's house.
Does Mummy know?
We don't tell Mummy everything.
Is it far?
Dappled in shadow,
The road leads ever onward,
Winding and narrow.
What will we eat?
Sticky jam tarts and Custard Creams.
With glasses of cold milk?
If we ask nicely.
Did you hear that?
In its mourning cloak,
A raven heralds winter,
From the tallest oak.
Do others come this way?
Maybe someone. Maybe no one.
We mustn't talk to strangers.
Strangers are friends we haven't met.
How do you know so many words?
Magical things.
With them we fly to the moon,
Words can give us wings.
Does Granny live on the moon?
Only an old man.
In a house?
Yes. Made of cheese, I think.
The leaves are pretty, aren't they?
They're like us all,
Breathless at their last farewell,
They die where they fall.