You peek past a corner, holding your breath.
You scan the perimeter for a possible threat.
The moment is perfect, there'll be no distraction.
It's time to put your plan to action.
The plan's fairly simple— grab the loot and skedaddle,
No room for mistakes, there's no time to dawdle.
Creeping to the treasure you plan to assault—
When a blinding white light makes you screech to a halt.
Your plan has been spoiled, they know you are here!
You're met with a rather unpleasant smug sneer,
And sent to your room like a naïve young rookie—
All in pursuit of that last scrumptious cookie.
©ren360
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