The Riddler Poem by R K Summers

I once met a traveller on a black and white road,
In one hand, a rabbit foot; the other, a toad,
Said I to the stranger, “Whither wander you, friend? ”
The stranger to I, said “Till my journey doth end.”

At crossroads met I the stranger in red,
He gave a deep bow and nodded his head,
“Dost thou speak to the moon or speak to the sun? ”
I replied, “I do neither, for I speakest anon.”

This stranger I met in places so strange
Seemed so eloquent and witty in his exchange
I spoke to the traveller, asked him, “Where do you call home? ”
He said, “My friend, home is anywhere, where you aren’t alone.”