The Muse is at the back door #867
The Muse is at the back door tonight. Click-clack, tip-tap, scritchy-scratch! If she comes in without asking and eats your hot-buttered garlic bread with sticky fingers and a toothy grin, be grateful. If she crashes in after scratching the windowpanes and rattles your kitchen pans, and dares you, you better get moving. There are…