It rubs its hands
and then its face
anticipates
with restless wings
refracting sun
just biding time
until the moment
calls at last
and it can make it
all the way, past
the sliding
door of glass
to dance upon
and freely taste
all the freshest
pastries baked
beginning with
bite-sized cakes
or muffins stuffed
and cookies glazed
with sugars, fruits
then working upward
pursue as planned
that masterpiece
of three tiers tall
endless frosting,
sprinkles, all
those toppings
soft and sweet.
And finally
an opening!
It makes its move
and dives right in
gourmand intent
so blissfully
impenitent.