On many days I do not write
As inspiration does not strike
My brain or tweak my thought
It’s like stardust – can’t be caught.
Mood, emotions, some weird thing
Will sometimes prompt my words to string
Along in natty rhymes;
But I am not a clock that chimes
At regular, predictive times;
Muse Calliope still defines!
To play with words, tease with a pun
(Which you all like!), is just such fun!
Some factoids echo in my soul:
Larry-the-Mouser - on a roll
True Guardian of Number Ten
This smart and wily cat stays zen!
In dried-up Danube - NAZI ship*!
In fire-raged France - munitions pit!**
Even ‘quiet’ August fires my Muse …
My eager fingers tap out news!
(c) Poet in the woods 2026
* near Prahovo, Serbia, the NAZIs scuttled their Black Sea Fleet in 1944
** Over 400 WWII unexploded shells found in Le Porge (Gironde)
Larry-the-Cat - Chief Mouser at Number 10 - since February 2011.
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