In a snug little corner, where the stars gleam so bright, Lived a kitty named Mia, with fur as black as the night.
As the sun dipped low and the day took its flight, Mia readied for slumber with whispers so light. With whiskers a-twitching and eyes full of glee, Mia gathered her toys ‘neath the moonlit tree.
A feathery friend, a soft, crinkly ball, And a blanket of moonbeams, cozy and small. “Goodnight, Luna,” she’d purr to the sky as the moon smiled down, a twinkle in its eye.
A serenade of night, a purr so sweet, Guiding her dreams on soft, silent feet.
Beside her, a teddy, fluffy and grand, Promising dreams of a magical land. Mia would whisper, “Goodnight, dear plush bear,
Watch over my dreams with tender care.”
With a rustle of leaves and a yawn so slight, Mia would drift in the moon’s silvery light. Stars overhead, like diamonds, they’d gleam,
Turning her sleep into a wonderful dream.
Back in her corner, where dreams take their place, Mia would curl up, a smile on her face. “Goodnight, Moon, Goodnight, stars, shining through time and space.”
In the hush of the night, Mia would doze, As the moonbeams wrapped her in soft, soothing prose. Dreams of chasing fireflies, playful and bright, Guided by Luna, in her dreams, Mia took flight.
And so, in the moon’s gentle, silvery haze, Mia would slumber in a dreamy daze. As her dreams take their flight, Mia would rest, lost in the soft, starry night.