Distracted

While attempting

Poetry

 at my desk one day,

fighting off the usual

bears, wolves

and other dangerous beasts

of the internet

between the Muse and Me;

from the teeth of Twitter,

a ferociously distracting

animal,

there leapt out

Billy Collins, Poet

talking of Poetry.

Losing myself

in his

captivating

flow of words

I ended

Poetically satisfied,

but

Poetically wishing

I had not been

ambushed

by dingoes of distraction

and had instead

written

a

Poem.