He wondered where he'd left his keys

Upon a shelf, perhaps?

And so, he ran in search of these.

Up a flight

And down the stairs

In and out the mudroom

Around his front lawn, too

Maybe he'd left them in the kitchen?

Yes! That sounded right.

And so, he stepped inside.

And so, his tummy rumbled.

Both feet carried him forward.

A hand reached for the fridge.

And with a final bow, the thought was gone.