The Muse Knocks

While raking the yard
I wonder what I might
Write about today

My neighbor’s black cat
Big Boy
Tears across my path

And I know
Come on
A black cat is just a black cat

So as I trip and stumble
Falling face forward
I throw my arms out

See myself embracing
Eternity yet
I survive bruised and bloody

Often amazed at how
Writing inspiration strikes
I limp to my computer

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