Read these words
carefully, they contain vital clues to find me
A cache that gives it's hide away, is one that's found in every
day
A lonely cache such as me, one should be found
sporadically
~
I invite you to seek my
hide, and imagine places I'd be inside
A hollow tree looks good for that, but a rock nearby is where I'm
at
Hidden in a crevice I call mine, one small stone shall cover me
fine
~
Seldom branches, leaves
and grass, are left as careless cachers aftermath
Remember when you search for me, you need only move one
security
Do not dig, maim or rearrange, my close confines I don't want
changed
~
Wait for visitors
loitering near, discovery by villians my major fear
They'd seize and pillage my content, which would spoil my main
event
An auspicious hunt will shift away, to an ill-fated archive of my
stay
~
If you
haven't seen the clever part, let me hand you a running start
Inside my wordy composition, latent information is my mission
My poem has plagues of trickery, look for that which refers to
me