my poetry muse visited me last night. I was about to turn out my light, when the small sherku popped in my head... so I quickly grabbed paper and pen. I knew if I waited that it would become lost in a dream...
then the other two followed on its tail.
I feel rusty...as if I was asleep for ages. Maybe my muse will stay longer and get over the walking sleep she's been in.
At least I hope so.