No Bread Crumbs

She brought us out here yesterday,
we still do not know why.
Our plaintive cries echoed, lost, alone,
among the trees so high.

My phone had GPS, mama once said,
but no signal could be found.
We stumbled through the cloying fog,
our paths criss-crossed, round and round.

At last a clearing opened,
yellow lines on an asphalt road.
A beacon of light in the distance beckoned,
a strange and quaint abode.

Why did she leave us out here,
alone in the fog and cold?
No answer would be found within its emptiness,
no found drama would unfold.