How to Train Your Muse

This morning I could sense it, that mocking, scoffing sneer that settles between her eyes. Someone surely laughed when they sent me my muse. She’s just slightly temperamental. I always warn her when we have work to do-- give her plenty of time to snooze the alarm. Today I tried to take her on a walk with me, But she sulked silently All the way to Caity’s house. I let her play a little while While Caity and I chatted In her yellow kitchen. We curled up with Caity’s lattes– half-sweet, extra foam. Cozy and swirled. But my muse stared blankly, coldly. Caity’s muse was making word count on her paper– Boetheus and stuff. But my little dear stayed silent, stubborn. I thought of scolding her or sending her to her room– if it would help. But I gave her a peanut butter cookie, and left her alone while I went to choir.