A-Muse-ing

Muse

My muse has hair that’s gold and white. It is as soft as silk

Even though she loves it, I will not feed her milk

She purrs and watches as I type; her golden eyes they glow

Every time I stop and play, a game of catch and throw

Her name is Cleopatra, after the great Egyptian Queen

And I have to say that like her; Cleo loves to primp and preen

Her stately gait and manner, is distant and aloof

Even when she climbs the walls, to get up on the roof

My muse helps me write my books. Or maybe not at all

As she chases, my cursor, and the mouse across the wall

Typing fingers fascinate, my muse - who is my cat

Don’t eat the power cords! – Skat - Cat – Skat!