TIGERS UNDER THE BED

byAnn Mortifee

Underneath my bed
Is a cave where tigers go
One is striped in gold and black
The other, white as snow

You may think that I would be afraid
To put my feet down on the floor
But I'm going to tell you something
That I've never shared before

At night when everyone's asleep
When my tigers have been fed
They creep out of the darkness
And climb upon my bed

We restle and we tussel
I laugh an awful lot
And then I climb upon their backs
And Whoosh ... WOW ... We're off ........

They leap over the roof tops
They run out beyond the sun
I hang on, oh, so tightly
I love it! It's such fun!

And every night they take me
To somewhere new and strange
Where angels, beasts and creatures wait
Who somehow know my name

Although I can't remember
All the things I hear them say
In the morning, though they disappear
They never really go away

Dear friend, please, please promise me
That you'll never say a word
About my tigers or our rides
Not any thing you've heard

My heart would break if I should wake
To find that they were gone
My tigers are my closest friends
They teach me to be strong

My tigers always help me
To know that I belong
For they have been my best, best friends
For oh, so very, very long

 

copyright Ann Mortifee 2001

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