Time To Begin
My imagination’s imagination is alive.
I take two steps backward
and let them both dance with my muse, Trixie.
They all three end up laughing.
I figure it is at my expense.
They are growling, snapping, flipping, now.
I take another step backward.
Prepare to run.
They snatch me up.
Toss me into the air.
I land on the ceiling fan.
Time to begin! Trixie says.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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