Kat
is the wind beneath all of our wings
Kat
is the lighthouse guiding us home
Kat
is a treasure chest full of booty
I’ve
never met a muse with such unlimited reach
She’s
a super hero whose super powers know no bounds
The
way she inspires from across the pond is a miracle I’ll forever be grateful for
Perpetual
motion leaves me exhausted, a perpetual muse recharges my creative juices with
the vim and vigor only a Scottish lass can and does provide
I
need to make a cup of coffee and take my allergy medicine before the nausea
stops me from writing this ode to a nightingale I’ll forever be in debt to
Kat
helps me to see light where there was only darkness and leads me out of a cave
that was my life and my endless solitude
She
breaks ranks with all the other muses by giving an artist all the rope he or
she needs with no fear of a hanging in anyone’s future
The
first and only time I heard her voice it convinced me that not only are soul
mates real, but they give you exactly what you need without any Greek Chorus to
make you question all the unmitigated beauty you’ve been blessed with
Kat
lassoed my heart and makes me feel safe at a time when Safety Town has been
closed because of Covid-19 and the only future we have to look forward to is
one of more uncertainty.
Charles Cicirella
7/28/20
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