My New Muse

This is our Maggie.

The happiest
wiggliest
friendliest
most curious
most lovable
thing in our lives.

Seven wonderful months old as I write this today…
she was two months younger
when we sat together
early one morning
in the studio kitchen
watching out the door
to see what would become of our day.

What was that ?

We both turned our heads
towards a flicker of white.

Well Maggie was the first to see it.

What caught my attention
was that she kept turning
from me
to the porch
back to me
until finally I got up to go see
what it was
that she could see.

Just beyond the porch
perched on the wire statue
of Beatrice…
who used to watch over us
on the log cabin porch…
was this little sparrow.

And,
as you can see,
in her beak
was the craziest white and wild feather
almost twice the size of the bird.

I was almost
as excited
as Maggie was.

And with her persistence
I snapped a pic
just so I could remember
the proportion
of bird to feather
and feather to bird.

Then I gave her a big pat
on that tiny furry white head
and nodded a thank you
to the chorus of Muses
watching from behind my shoulder
as they gave their new apprentice
a proud and raucous
round of applause.

That’ll do pup.
That’ll do.