My Teddy

WOW! I don't know what happened, but I had this poem all ready for Sunday and it didn't get posted.  Sorry about that.  So here it is.

My Teddy

My teddy bear

is my best friend.

He's always there

at night we spend

our sleepy dreams

together dancing,

eating ice cream,

and traveling

to foreign lands.

Good Night

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.