This Giant Earth

Right now I am awake in bed 

and don't want to be at 2:48 AM 

with thoughts of youth in Asia afar, 

would prefer a nice dream instead, 

and I am thinking about someone I miss greatly, 

for their charm and mirth, 

and they know who they are 

and they are hidden from us 

by the horizon curve and current darkness 

of this giant Earth.

Two cookies and one hour later I am back in bed, 

but I think The Dog smelled 

my secretly eaten treat with a sniff and a puff, 

and whined briefly in verbal disgust 

and then left the room in a huff. 

"Where is my usual shared morsel, 

my minute lunette shaped portion of Pecan Sandie, man?", 

an act of unshared baked treat betrayal, 

oh, I have had quite enough, 

{ruff}.

So it is now close to AM 4:38 

but I risked getting ever so slightly fatter, 

to take care of this shattered friendship matter, 

for 3 aren't too many to be ate 

even if its terribly early or horribly late, 

by sharing a cookie number three 

with someone (some-dog) who means a lot to me.

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