When I need inspiration

he sits with me at night.

Why others can not see him

I just don’t think it’s right.

 

But he’s my quacky little turtle

who helps me write away.

When I can’t think of the perfect word

I know I want to say.

 

I ask him to complete my sentences

and how to place them so.

That everything will just make sense

and then away my fingers go.

 

He hides right in the corner

Yet no one knows he’s there.

But when he sees  me struggling

he’ll pop out with a phrase to share.

 

I guess he’s only for me

Cuz I’m the writing buff.

And I’m the one who needs him

When I just need a tug!

 

by Del Bates