The Littlest Muse (Whisper)
A Buyan poet, small I am,
Though not new to this land.
I read my mail, quite unaware
Great changes were at hand.
The Elder Muse, Kiyone, had seen
Me standing 'neath a tree,
And in an instant, singing goons
Laid forceful hands on me.
They dragged me to the woods, and then
On down a hidden stair.
And once within this place I shook
Pine needles from my hair.
A goat looked oddly at me in
Ways only goats can look
It bleated welcome and returned
To chewing on a book.
"Another new Muse" Girl then scowled,
"Another one to teach.
Well, teach you spells, I guess I will,
But stay out of my reach!"
It was indeed a strange day, and
At last my heart was filled
With light and joy and glorious song
Here in the Muses' Guild.