Monday, February 4, 2013

The Case Of The Missing Peanut Butter Cookies



Crumbs upon the yellow plate.     
Mocking me who chose to wait.    
Wafting scent of peanut butter.  
Dreams of six on one another.  
Lonely glass of undrunk milk     
Kitchen witness of varied ilk.     
Echoes of the sound of moving. 
Dark concealed something doing. 
No fingerprints of man to find.     
No special marks of any kind.  
A moment I was on the phone.
My dog rests smiling all alone.

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