the cookie jar

and so now we have pooh...
alone ....among the honey bees
in his own time and a pondering
along with his honey jar.
a taste of dew,
images that are in the mind
he sits and stews.
what could be more fun,
than the imagination of pooh
and one as you.
cookie jars and honey jars
no different when you look from a far.
pondering of chance
a mystery, the jars sit.
pooh, at glance.
to have the honey as it drips
from the tip of the tongue
to the end of pooh’s chinny chin chin
have you ever thought of this fairy tale whim?
for with the paws in the honey jar
pooh hopes that you could see the falling--inhibitions from the stars.