Oh Jackie.....our muses can be fickle at times but they ALWAYS return home eventually! Besides, this poem of yours is proof that you don't always need the muse - your talent shines beyond the muse's hand!!
A naïve councilman and a down-on-her-luck single mom try to save their county’s last stand of forest from greedy developers and a dysfunctional government.
Reindeer
Never fear tho that muse will return me thinks, and with quite a BANG!
((((Hugs))))
~Nikki~
find a new one just messes up my day. :0)
Have a good one!
Love, Evelyn.
Lovely musey write Jackie!!
Love Tinka
Jack