A Bare Pantry (True Story)

Deep in the forest but where the canopy's still porous there's a cabin, stout and small at this time of the year there aint no more beer and the grasses have all grown tall it's cold and it's pretty but my planning was shiddy and for food, there's nothing at all the sun's not up for lengthy days so at times in bed I think and stays until the hunger starts to call I went to the pantry sparse and found one heel, dried apples slices and for excitement honey and cinnamon spices with short days the girl who lays don't give much in spite of my needs but one egg I found and was kitchen bound a meal fit for a king to take shape Imagine, french toast with honey drizzle topped with baked cinnamon apple fizzle! This morning I eat like a king! I am king. we'll see how the fasting goes and what the Universe to my table brings once it gets colder and begins the snows