By Jemima

Lightning strikes! A tempest is strung,
But your dreams have just begun.
Sleep tight, it is there in the night,
The presence that glows without light...
Don't look behind you, for when lightning strikes,
You might just then see black and white stripes.
Don't worry, it's there, and if you keep quiet,
It'll come to you, and you'll find why it
Is there... Darkness... Was it only a dream?
You tremble with fear, soon you will scream.
Then suddenly, the ineffable happens,
Soft fluff brushes against you,
You smile, it is more than his presence...
He's there! Right there beside you!
Sleep tight, he is there in the night,
He'll be in your Gruberdreams to make them right.