Hyper Vigilant Muse

My grin could get no wider as my subconscious mind has spoken again. Had the last word. Bamboozled me and completely confounded me. Pulled the rug out. Yesterday I wrote a silly little poem about a little old lady with frost in her nose. Today I look down at my latest large print Reader's Digest book which has two titles. Title one: First Frost Title two: There was an old woman My eyes practically fell out of their sockets. On a conscious level I swear I have never seen these two titles, let alone noticed them. However, my hyper-vigilant muse most certainly must have. I glance back, taking another peek. Feeling incredulous and disbelieving Yet here this book sits, four feet from my feet. Proof positive of who is in charge here.