Muse summoning

Muse Summoning

The light,
through the net curtains,
silhouetting the kitten,
is right in my eyes.

The steam,
streaming to the ceiling,
keeping me conscious,
is hypnotising me.

The voices,
American soap stars,
squeaking through the walls,
are agonizing.

That itch,
in my fingers,
to type,
to type,
to type,
is accosted by a kitten who wants attention.

It begins to rain,
The coffee gets cold
The TV is turned off
The kitten rests.

It's time to summon my muse.