They Write Themselves Up

Adjectives plunk themselves down in two’s and threes. I watch them gather, peeking from behind solid noun trees. The blank page delights me, incites me, highlights me. I try to catch up, but they are everywhere I did not see. Where to begin? I wonder, but they are not waiting for me. They are cleverly organizing themselves into a big company. An army now, they march along leaving their tracks. I pick up the pen, and one coughs “Here comes one of the hacks.” This makes me cringe, for I thought I ought to be in charge. Who does she think she is? An admiral or a convoluted sarge? The verbs began to gather and start whistling at me now. Starting their own sentences without my help. Meow!