The Racoon

Clip and click every morning I do,
For if I don’t
I will be sad without you.

Every time your large eyes look at me
I think of a wonderful dream,
With cars and cakes, games and gongs
Perfect as can be.

Even though it isn’t true,
Every night it is.
I dream a dream
With you by my side,
Of roses and cherry bliss.

But it becomes a horrible dream
Of spiders, ghouls and ghosts.
I wake of shock
And hug you tight.
Then I close my eyes
And sleep the rest of the night.