and fly into the kitchen Mom stares at us asks and whirl back to the store and Bert once more Where are the groceries The list Hmmm OOOPS we giggle
The Cookie Jars On the counter of the store stand glass cookie jars gleaming high filled tall to the top They shine with taste The cookies our mother makes are small tight one-bite types but these are big wide cookie pancakes We always stare in hungry wanting We think their yums would fill our tums But they cost too much way too much for us we’d have to save for weeks So they stay in their jars while we wish and dream We’re wishing on cookie stars For cookies such as those pancakes dream and wish Weeks we think
let us go in knuckle-rub his head and chin give him small scraps to nibble Tobias Toby Cat lives in the storeroom mostly with stacked packages Sometimes we spot him in the alleys round about rambling scouting out or low in hunting crouch Then we don’t disturb him or call him Toby but silently mouth his full proper name We know he likes that that we let him be bundles of bags tons of tins Bert and Mr Stanstones the store owner We cuddle cat-chat His purring motor runs full throttle Tobias C Cat Tobias C Cat just CAT
