WHERE IS MY TEDDY?

Lying in my bed,
I know something's missing.
It's not my cat,
I can hear him hissing.

It's not my blanket,
I can feel it's warm and snug,
It's not my pillow,
Nor my comfort rug.

After thinking for a while,
I sit up, eyes wide.
WHERE IS MY TEDDY?
Is it trying to hide?

In five minutes,
The whole house is alert.
My runaway teddy
Has caused a frantic search.

He's not in my room,
The bathroom or hall.
He's not on the carpet,
Or lying near the wall.

But then I see his ragged fur,
Poking from my dressing gown.
I don't want to look stupid,
So I go to bed with a frown.

In the morning, I am asked,
Has Teddy been found?
So I put on a sad face,
Make no sound.