The nighttime hero
Each night, when
I climb into bed,
I grab my Pandy
by his little arm
He waits for me
to fall asleep
He promises to
meet me where I am once I have drifted off
He does not
breath, but he is real
Pandy knows
about the night terrors,
As do all the
other stuffed bears.
He gives me a
promise every night,
To protect me
from unexpected intruders
I don’t see it
happen but I know it does
As I wake and I turn
over
I know he has
worked his nighttime magic
And I look
forward to his visit every night
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