She Had Given Up Completely When I Found Her

She was on the ground Draped over a mushroom house Almost hidden under poison ivy I almost stepped on her with my hiking boots My singing stopped immediately I was concerned, but not surprised For I had run across them before In glimpses and glances This one had given up Her essence was draining quickly If a wolf had gotten her, she would have been torn apart So it was not a wolf A bear could have had her for a nose plug Not that bears need them I was amazed that she did not flinch or move Thought she was dead initially Took her home, Fed her from the tiniest eye dropper Learned her story It was a man of course Who took her essence like this A brownie who fooled her into giving him all of her love She had nothing left Ready to die I kept her hidden for years Until she was ready to dance and sing again Her name is Trixie She is my muse