Fickle Muse
My muse is a fickle one
running way ahead of me,
tripping along with song,
or simply playing pick-up sticks –
I never know for sure.
So I give chase
and sometimes I lose
a train of thought or purpose
to focus on one thing or…oh look!
a squirrel!
Copyright © Linda Alice Fowler | Year Posted 2023
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