Sleep Time

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    If I were a bird, I’d tuck my head
    Under a wing when the west grew red.
    And I’d lock my feet on a twig to stay,
    And I’d go to sleep this funny way.
    If I were a horse, I might stand all night
    With my head bent low and my eyes closed tight.
    And there I’d snooze and dream of oats
    Or tender grass and apples and groats.
    If I were a squirrel or a tiny mouse,
    I’d curl up in a tree, a nest, or a house.
    I’d tuck my head down, and there I’d stay
    In drowsy sleep till the break of day.
    If I were a wild thing of any kind,
    I’d never miss, or ever mind,
    That I had no pillow or soft warm bed
    For rest and sleep after prayers are said.
    But now I am glad to be just me,
    And to sleep MY way—so cozily.

    [illustrations] Illustrated by Pat Hoggan