Inspiration always catches me off guard,

Never quite ready for her when she starts,

She seldom lets me down my muse of blue.

Perfectly imperfect from me to you.

Inspiration is a puzzle to solve at times.

Riddles make her laugh as I pen the rhymes.

Attentive, I always hang on every word,

Tenacious enough to sing like a bird

Into the next stanza I go with my Dragon of Cobalt

Oscillating, twirling around so nonchalant…

Near her is where I love to be.