Collaborating With Trixie My Muse

So many possibilities parade up and down the perimeter of the page. Some wiggle their petootsies at me; one sticks out her tongue. Being super confident, adorable, and quietly intrusive is the rage. The word LUCKY gives me an Eskimo kiss, making me feel young. Lucky what? My muse asks, as she lies on the edge polishing a nail. She does not care if this poem works or flatly bombs, a total fail. I pretend we are friends and suggest a few things to go with lucky. She laughs her head off with a donkey kick, making me feel suckly. I start making a list of what we could do with this pristine page. The elves, gnomes, faeries, and brownies take over, they are all sage. I write lucky penguin, sweet crocodile, happy peacock and tiny giraffe. I know I am still being made fun of when I hear Trixie’s evil laugh. So, what is your idea? I ask her, and she grabs the pen from me. She makes whirls and twirls, dots, slashes, dashes, D’s, F’s and a B. I study what she has done, and I have to be sort of kind. Because after I read it I see that Trixie has a super brilliant mind.