Deep in Whitman's Woods the sun began to set.

All of the forest creatures scurried off to bed.

Everyone was soon sound asleep, all except for one . . .

Mr.Owl had just woken up, his day had just begun.

He stretched and spread his great big wings, flying up above.

Not another creature was stirring, not a single one was abuzz.

On his perch he saw the fox sleeping soundly in his den.

He watched the rabbit cuddle close with her fluffy bed time friend.

The bear was cuddled up with his favorite sewed blanket.

And the porcupine lay still, wearing the night cap his grandma knit.