Hip Hopping To My Sleep

As I turned in wonder, my shoe caught big Stared at the tree who got me, possibly fig Slid on my feet, lost a side of my wig Imagination gave my heart a sharp dig Where do puppies go at night on the howl? Do the coyotes and wolves make fun of their bow? My muse gave me a smile, and a classy meow. I ran toward the moon, trying to regain my cow. Creativity grabbed a hold and gave me a fast shake. You are still sleeping, and I want you to be up, awake. I had harsh words but kept them back for my own sake. Now I am dancing, hip hopping to my sleep’s clever break. As I turned in my slumber, a voice said hooray! It is time to get up, greet a fine, happy Tuesday! I was not ready yet, but I cannot fight the fey. A faerie and three elves were coming my way. Where do the children who cannot dream turn to now? Do they know how to dazzle? Can we give them a wow? I looked at the moon, where my muse was confronting the cow. What can I do to help the world? It seems to be a big ow.