ONE COOKIE

poem by: Bejcek [POEWHIT]
Written on Jan 15, 2017 

High above a gentle treat.
Maybe when they both sleep.
I'll find a way to sneak.
Moms kitchen - another peek.
High above a morsel odor.
Me below, just like Dover.
Now's my chance so sublime.
Left alone, a minute all mine.
Chair with looks, mighty far.
A cookie from the holy jar.
Still warm from the bake.
Hands full, crime of the take.

from my poem book - DREAMS

 

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