Another bedtime poem
It was a wonderful time and place this day
that the beauty of outside turned so gray.
I looked entranced by the moonlit sky
and there it came, it made me cry.
The moon started to shine so beautiful and big,
so i put up a fence, there was time for the dig.
As i looked through the fields, i noticed on the ground.
A strawberry was peaking at me as it laid safe and sound.
I plucked one and 2, and then i looked about.
These strawberries were everywhere, I wanted to shout.
I love this day, how could it get better,
forget going inside, i'll write myself a letter.
I took out a paper, and a pen to start up,
but as i looked towards the moon, my fence moved too soon.
there was 1, there was 2, what am i looking at here?
A sheepish excitement? From the letter, my attention steered.
I saw them just jumping and hopping you see,
there were sheep in my fields that were looking for me.
I wrote my letter and went ahead to write,
1 sheep,2 sheep, i'm glad for this moonlight.
I counted them 1 by one, as they jumped over my fence,
I'm glad for this day that it wasn't so dense.
So i laid upon the rest of my day
trying to write, but i just had to keep counting, i'm not in dismay.
there were six, now seven, the sheep jumping made eight,
why did this miracle happen? Could you call it fate?
Maybe their shepherd will lead them home soon,
but as for myself, my eyes started to swoon.
The letter i was writing, that i had there in ink,
turned into a blot, a counsel of pink.
and any feeling at all, i had for the laze,
of me staying awake, i turned to a daze.
Thank you world for such a pretty scenary.
and for helping me out, and being there for me.
My eyes now turn to a close, my mouth remained shut.
The finishing touches the work of me dazed, now turned to a sleep, as my memory was cut.
Goodnight thankful world, thank you for this sleep,
these strawberries just begging for me to stay deep.
I thank you for day, as my eyes fall into a glide.
for this is where i sleep, i need no inside. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
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