Good night, my friends.

Good night, my friends.
By Beth Brownell

Good night for I hear the siren call of my bed.
Her cries of come to bed is heard.
As my eyes grow heavy with the sand from Mr. Sandman.
As he pours them over my eyes, making sure that I am sleepy.
I yawn tiredly as Misha paws at my arm.
Asking me to come to bed.
For she too, is sleepy and wishes to sleep.
I hear my mother walking along the carpet gently calling out.
Misha, time to go to bed.
All I want to do is slip into my warm bed.
Have Misha curl up by my side as we both,
Go to sleep.
Good night my friends, till the sun awakens.
I bid thee a pleasant good night.