“Some day,” said Baba Yaga, “you
will look for me
And I will not be found. Against
that day, prepare!
Get your own sentient hut on swift
chicken legs;
Find a cat who knows how to hold
her tongue
When the angry King of the Cats
demands answers.
Be not one but many – scholars may
count three
Baba Yagas, but there are far more
than that.
Send your heart upon its way;
should there be need
It will find a road back to you,
perhaps in time.
Above all, remember that there
will be no day
When I cannot find you; never walk
unarmed.”
