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
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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