Maybe Bread Crumbs

With rifle in hand I make my way,
out of the forest and back into the frey.
My eyes and ears are turned to eleven,
because today's not my day to seek out heaven.

On the road now I see opportunity ahead,
an abandoned grocery store to search for bread,
or cans of food to survive another day
in a time where a morsel is a buffet.

I approach the store, making no sound,
knowing how unlikely anything will be found,
and just incase there's someone in there,
I have my rifle loaded and raised in the air.

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