Tiny mouths salivating

They smell the boiling syrup
Hearts racing loud,
Salivating mouths leak
As they wonder if they’re allowed.

The sound of feet
Cascading like waves,
Rumbling through the house
As if they’ve answered a call on the airwaves.

Giant broken eyes stare at me
Watching the chocolate rise,
I let out a dramatic sigh
Wondering why I’m always watched by the spies.

“They’re not done yet!” I scream, they scurry away.



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