Muffin and the war of words
She watches me quietly,
Her head cocked to one side.
She is just waiting for me,
To take out my netbook and write.
And then she will pounce,
On the keys joyfully,
And delete everything
That I wrote so painstakingly
She gives a playful yip,
And jumps on my lap,
And types jbvyw,eiss&ai
In just a single tap.
In this war with my writing ,
Muffin will always win
So I might as well stop
And gracefully give in.
Maybe tomorrow
I’ll get that chapter done
But for now I think
I’ll play with this little one.