Night Predator

When does your muse visit you?

Lights off
Eyes shut
Mind drowsing
Its door ajar

Unseen the muse out sneaking
Silently the rooms soaring
Against walls blindly knocking
Preys restlessly around chasing

Over catchy images mulling
Poetic words in far corners hunting
Beautiful rhymes at last catching
Back through the door all of them haling

The master mind his sentence giving
Into verse the prisoners eternally latching
To the senses a new offering
May they have an enjoyable reading!