Sleepy Bear

In forest den, where shadows play, And sunbeams dance in a hazy way, Lived a bear, all fluffy and brown, Getting ready to slumber down.

His name was Barnaby, big and sweet, With paws so clumsy and furry feet. He yawned a yawn, a mighty sound, As sleepy dust swirled all around.

He fluffed his bed of leaves so high, And watched a sleepy butterfly Flutter by, then close his eyes, Beneath the forest's lullabies.

He dreamt of honey, sweet and bright, Of berries red in morning light, Of chasing squirrels up trees so tall, Before he drifted off to call…

No more! He slept, a peaceful sight, Throughout the day and through the night. The wind it howled, the rain it poured, But Barnaby just snored and snored.

The snow fell softly, white and deep, Around the den where secrets sleep. And Barnaby, in slumber deep, Embarked on a long, long, cozy sleep.