The sun dipping under the mountains with snow-covered tops.
With Pokèmon going to and fro with skips and hops.
The wind whistling through the grass and trees,
As nocturnal bird Pokèmon fly through them, ready for their hunting spree.


But for one Eevee, the day had been filled with joy.
Running around in the forest and playing with its toy.
For this Eevee was owned by a Trainer named May,
who was shy and modest, as her Trainer would say.


But now that the sun was descending and the day done,
the little Eevee came back home with a run.
Getting a bath since she had played in the mud,
she walked over to the living room and laid on the rug.


This Eevee was comfortable sleeping on the rug,
at night, this rug made her feel snug as a bug.
Closing her eyes and falling asleep,
she dreamed of a pasture, filled with Mareep.


"What was the Eevee's name?" I hear you ask,
And for that, I shall give you a pass.
The Eevee was named Sleepy,
because whenever she slept, it was deeply.

The moon climbs into the sky,
rising up to meet the stars so high.
And no sound was enough to wake Sleepy,
the deeply sleeping Eevee.

-Bri