My Muse Is
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My muse is a fawn
standing with her mother as I drive
down the road beside her grove
she looks up but does not run
neither does she approach me
I stop and gaze at her delicate beauty
respecting her need for space and safety
My muse is a ladybug
I stop to observe her motions
she may or may not land on my hand
she senses me but does not fly away
until it is time to find more to eat
or perhaps return to hibernation
My muse is a hummingbird
the colors of artistry
the boldness of courage
the movements of freedom
the perseverance of hope
my heart is warmed by her visits
but she never stays long
written 5 Jan 2023
Copyright © John Watt | Year Posted 2023
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