The Poet's Dilemma: When Words Play Hide and Seek

I found a quiet moment, just for me,

A chance to dive into creativity,

To join the dance of words and rhyme,

Among the Vocal friends, in playful time.

A call came from the poetic crew,

"Come join us, we have a game for you!"

With pens in hand and minds ablaze,

They dared me into this lyrical maze.

But as I sat to weave my verse,

My thoughts began to wildly disperse.

The words I sought were shy and sly,

Like butterflies that fluttered by.

I called on muses, near and far,

Even wished upon a shooting star.

But silence echoed in my mind,

No clever lines could I find.

Then Abigail, with whiskers twitching,

Gave me looks that were quite bewitching.

She swiped her tail, a feline jest,

"Write it yourself, do your best!"

So here I am, with humble pen,

Trying to rhyme again and again.

This jumble of thoughts, a tangled art,

A patchwork quilt of my poetic heart.

I'm not sure if this is true art,

Or just a scribble from the heart.

But I'm glad to be part of this lyrical spin,

For in the end, it's the joy that wins.

So, friends, if you find this a mess,

Remember it's love, not just finesse.

And if you doubt, just wait and see,

Abigail's tail might come after me!