Caren Krutsinger Poet Free verse

Do Not Double Cross Trixie

One is on her way. 
I watch her glide by, as if she is a professional skater.
She does not glance my way.
You missed her! Trixie hisses.

Trixie is my muse.
Her hazel eyes are flashing. 
I sense she is angry with me.
I will get the next one, I assure her.

But there is a distraction.
The next idea slides past, giggling incessantly!
“That is two!” Trixie hisses.
She has never seemed more snake-like.

I hear her stomp away, and a door slams.
She begins playing her tuba.
I know now that I am in big trouble.
You don’t want to double cross Trixie a third time.

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Gershon Wolf April 23, 2022 at 7:41 PM She might just blow you a tuba curry powder cream or something. ~ New Delhi Nomad Caren Krutsinger April 24, 2022 at 11:58 PM She is unpredictable for sure!

L Milton Hankins April 23, 2022 at 7:24 PM And, you must not because she is doing a terrific job for you. Where would you be without her. I'm thinking if she wants to come to Kentucky, I have room for her. Caren Krutsinger April 24, 2022 at 11:58 PM I could loan you her cousin Pixie if you need a new muse, but I have to tell you she is sassy and FRESH.