At bedtime, I like to read a few words -
a classic or fiction, poetry or tale.
Not too studious at such an hour
but quiet musing
for it is the time for sleeping
and resting.
Find a warm place
and receive final praises
for a day well lived
fights boldly fought
and I am cute
and very, very sweet.
The light is dimmed -
day extinguished and now quiet.
I claim this space,
alone.
Both napping and guarding,
I see none other and remain unseen
safe behind the hill over the ridge.
