ONE COOKIE

High above a gentle treat.

Maybe when they both sleep.

I'll find a way to sneak.

Moms kitchen - another peek.

bove 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