Birds, Bites, Bits and Books
I am not a Muse.
I have looked for you in the fields
In the sand
And in the garden.
And you pay me no attention.
I have called across the waves
Down the road
And out the back door.
You do not come when you are called.
You linger on the tips of the flower petals
You sit on the cat’s whiskers
And you dance on the table.
You do not do as you are told.
You startle with the spicy pesto
You bubble in the glass of wine
And you tangle with the raspberries.
You are not a refined taste.
You are hiding in the morning mist
You whisper in the soft breezes
And you hover with the hummingbird.
You do not land.
So I will do this without you.
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