I'm tired.
I'm sleepy,
and I'm cranky.
All I want
is my favorite blanky,
a good night kiss
my bedtime prayers,
then tuck me in
with my teddy bears.
I've been having fun working on night poems this week. Things at night look very different than they do in the day time. Which do you like better, day or night? Can you write a poem about that? Have fun.
