Moozy’s Big Day

Moozy’s Big Day (A bedtime story)

In a meadow so wide where the soft grasses sway,
Lived Moozy the cow who dreamed night and day.
While others all napped and chewed on their hay,
Moozy would wonder and quietly say:

“What’s past the fence where the wildflowers grow?
Where do the clouds drift, and where does wind go?”

One sleepy morning with mist in the air,
The barn door swung open—no farmer was there.
The fence had a gap from the stormy night rain,
And Moozy felt something she couldn’t explain.

She tiptoed outside with her hooves soft and light,
Past birds in the bushes and deer out of sight.
She followed a butterfly, blue as the sky,
And smiled as it fluttered and twirled way up high.

She met a kind turtle who walked very slow,
And Moozy walked with him, just taking it slow.
She helped a small duckling get back to its stream,
Then rested beneath a tree, lost in a dream.

But soon, the sky darkened, the breeze turned to chill,
The stars blinked awake above the big hill.
Moozy looked round her and started to frown—
She’d wandered too far from her home and her town.

Just then, through the night came a soft, friendly “moo,”
It echoed through valleys and past the trees too.
Old Bessie was coming with Farmer in tow,
With lanterns that flickered a warm, golden glow.

They led Moozy home through the cool evening air,
With cuddles and blankets and love everywhere.
She sighed with relief as she curled in her stall,
So safe and so cozy, the best place of all.

And just as her eyes slowly drifted to close,
She dreamed of new places and warm winds that rose.
For Moozy still wondered, but now she knew best—
Even brave cows need their nighttime rest.

The end. Goodnight, Moozy.Moozy’s Big Day (A bedtime story)