If you conjure up a muse
Do it with some care
They always seem to visit
When you when least expect them there

My muse keeps choosing to appear
Before the rosy dawn
My sleep is interrupted
As I put my slippers on

I fire up the computer
I have no choice it seems
The stanzas keep on flowing
As if I’m in a dream

Now for several hours
Before the house awakes
I sit and write like crazy
In my muse’s wake

So if you conjure up a muse
Do it with some care
They always seem to visit
When you least expect them there.

—LZ