The Texas Toast that returned every morning

On the outside window sill

Of the front porch

Was a piece of Texas toast

It was thrown in the trash

But the next day it was back

Could this have been a ghost?

It was crumbled and crushed

And thrown away

Yet day after day it returned

Without rhyme or reason,

And no explanation

Was there some lesson to be learned?

The bread always looked the same

As if someone

Had taken a few bites

It was discarded

Every single day

But returned by morning light

The bread was beaten with a hammer

But each day returned whole

For close to a year

The mysterious bread

The Texas toast

Continued to appear

One morning, the bread

Was missing

And never did return

The reason for this mystery

Sadly no one

Ever learned