honey-soaked baklava cake cools in the kitchen; door ajar
Baloo sneaks his way past the barn to the back door
caught up in a clothesline of long underwear
essential undies on these chilly fall days
he weaves his way through on a tricycle left in the yard
until probing bees test his tolerance
irritated he ditches the cycle moving forward on all fours
prying open the door, he snatches a fork and enjoys his reward