Running On Empty

Waiting once more for the wonders at dawn, a tired, empty muse paces the lawn struck dumb by notions refusing to spawn. The new day arrives but dark does not lift, an overcast sky now leaves her short shrift as workers head home from serving night shift. With nothing to prompt, she sneaks up the stair. Some fifteen young bards enroute along there went searching but found her out like a bear. One ran errands for a friend who was ill. Two ran a fever, three ran for the thrill. Four ran their mouths while five ran up a bill. After they ran, these bards pondered to pen a passel of poems, then some again. October 5, 2020 Silent One - When There is No Inspiration