Of Muse and the Mouse
Like a living cotton ball in my palms.
And a long long tail
Words are meaningless between us
People spotless like his fur
He doesn't purr like a cat
Instead, squeals in a affirmative manner
He doesn't stay still,
yet a bit shaken,
Sobriety-isn't even his right question
He talks with his eyes,
Or, sometimes he's just surprised,
Trippy, trips on his own tail,
No panic, no pain,
Trippy is on a trip again!