Bedtime
A little
piece of doggerel. Why is there no catterel?
When the
busy day is done,
When there’s
no more time for fun,
Up the
stairs we lightly tread,
Now’s the
time to go to bed.
Lay your
paws upon my leg,
Do not
scratch me, please, I beg,
I am big
and you are small,
But that
matters not at all.
Stretching
out our weary limbs,
Sighing
as the daylight dims,
Closing eyes
to all around,
Off to
Dreamland we are bound.
Reveries of
joys we’ve shared,
Dreaming of
the things we dared;
Tomorrow is
a different place,
Another day
to run and race.
