The sun shivered.
The sky snowed.
All bears in HiBEARnation
got ready to sleep through winter.
All but Shrieky,
the noisiest bear around.
His parents sent him to bed.
“Don’t make a peep, a sound,” they said.
But he couldn’t, wouldn’t sleep.
He peeked out his window and saw
sky pull its blanket
over each twinkly light
and tall buildings darken
in the snowy night.
He played, read,
ate cookies in bed,
yum, yum, crumb, crumb.
But he couldn't, wouldn’t sleep.
Time passed slowly on the clock.
Then he heard a rock, rock,
Grandpa Wisely in his chair.
“Hey buddy. What’s up?”
“I want to play, not sleep.”
“Hmmm, you look like a bear,
but you don’t act like a bear.
Bears sleep all winter, it’s called
hibernation. Bears need rest
to be their best. You do too.”
“But Grandpa, what should I do?”
“Let's try something new,
BEARfulness. Close your eyes tight.
What do you see?”
“A bright, sparkly light.”
“Good. Breathe in. Puff your belly out.
Breathe out, make your belly flat.”
“It’s hard. My belly wobbles.”
“BEARfulness takes practice. Keep at it,”
Grandpa Wisely said.
So Shrieky did. He saw dim lights,
dreamy sights, then nothing.
At last Shrieky,
who couldn't, wouldn't sleep,
slept like a bear.
Now Grandpa Wisely could also rest.
He set the clock for spring vacation.
And did what ALL bears do best,
Good Night bears, Good Night you.
Why don’t you try sleeping too?