There was no fence in Teddy’s dream,

A roof, some windows, a TV screen,

A door of course,

And bricks cemented together with force,

But no fence,

To keep out all the scene,

A lamppost in the distance,

A park filled up with oak trees,

It was night-time,

So no dogs barking or children laughing,

No fathers rushing to work,

No mothers with key troubles in their purse,

Or howling wind or crunching gravel,

Any sound, no, just silence,

Until a chirp was heard,

And with that arose a warm hew,

A calm glowing blue,

Teddy realised what the bird,

Wanted him to do.

Within a drawn box, where are you?