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