Monday, March 24, 2008

Night Ride by Celia Warren

when I can't sleep
I shut my door
And sit on the rug
on my bedroom floor.

I open the window
I close my eyes
and say magic words
Till my carpet flies

zooming over garden;
chasing after bats
hooting like an owl
and frightening the cats.

then when I feel sleepy
And dreams are in my head,
I fly back through my window
And snuggle down in bed.

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