My Muses

As I try to write,

Knox sits next to me on the couch,

loudly chewing on his bone.

Murphy, the cat, sits

on the couch’s arm

and nuzzles my ear.

I guess they want me

to write a love poem.



This entry was posted in poetry.

One comment on “My Muses

  1. Sounds right. 🙂 I don’t have a dog but I do know how much a cat can be a muse.


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