Treasure

Is that for me?

he thought with glee.

 

 

Could it be

a friend I see?

That strange man,

raised his hand…

 

 

Yes, oh yes-

who could guess

he came with nuts-

not cigarette butts!

 

 

I must take my treasure

to enjoy at my leisure,

away from prying eyes,

plotting the demise

of my Winter store.

 

“Thank you sir!”

(Oh how did he know?

I love pistachio!)