wondering why I am out of ideas

I stare at the page where I have written one word it is the word I usually start with when I am out of ideas the word is jumping it’s not complete I stopped at jump feeling stagnant, thinking this word over used and trite why do I always start out with this word? the incomplete word jump stares at me as JUM I had not gotten any further I try a new spot If I am outside, maybe nature will inspire me I watch my dogs run around barking furiously they might sound ferocious to you, to me they are babies nothing else comes out of my pen I sit down and stare into the shadows of summer wondering why I am out of ideas maybe even out of words something small and dark darts out of the woods I follow it with my eyes as it makes a getaway under bushes was that a cat? I have no idea, but it moved fast I stare at the page, wondering if there is anything good enough to write. Not yet.