For Imagination

For Imagination

My muse is a big brown bear
You may think me crazy but I don't care,
and at three in the morning he tip-toes in.
so quietly you could hear a dropped pin
He silently bides his time till when,
He shuffles too my bedside my own little den.
He puts his great muzzle to my ear,
And starts whispering jokes to ease my fear.
He tells me we're the same not body but soul
So now there we sit wide awake with no goal.
And all the ideas in the world but just too sleepy
Now most would consider this creepy
Lying there with a bear so close at hand
But being there I learn so much nothings bland
My muse is a bear and he choose me,
It's because says he so alike are we.