Every Dogs Story: By Mary Oliver
I have a bed, my very own.
It's just my size.
And sometimes I like to sleep alone
with dreams inside my eyes.
But sometimes dreams are dark, and wild and creepy
and i wake and am afraid, though I don't know why.
But I'm no longer sleepy
too slowly the hours go by.
So I climb on the bed where the light of the moon
is shining on your face
and I know it will be morning soon.
Everybody needs a safe place.