When not hidden in a box, I am seated in a hole. I only move when you do, and I'm rarely found alone.

I know you don't need me, you always know everything. You're going to put me out of sight, forgetting about me and going wherever you want. But it's ok, I'll be here for you, when you finally admit you're lost and confused. I'll show you the way without judgment.

Food of immortals Feast of deities, out of mortals’ reach Tastes like anything you want it to be

There are five of us. Canada and the US share us. Four of us retain Native American names, one an Anglicized version of the French. To remember our names, check your HOMES. We are fresh and visit both our friend Lawrence and a famous American miss.

Bright in colour, loud in song Am I an island, or foreboder of deep down danger?