An Ode to Muses to Euterpe

Animagus

I wrote my poetry in blue pen because it was your favorite color.
She got her skin inked red because she thought it was yours.
Your hair glistened with specs of gold,
Which she fashioned into a necklace of her name.
She collected dogs and gilded butterflies as a reminder of you.
Instead, I cared for the felines and beetles that you drew.
She feared my black cats to be bad omens,
While she is forced to breed caterpillars that eat through Eve's garden,
Fooling herself into thinking they are snakes.
She is attached to you like the tails on her canines.
Nine lives I may have,
Though I prefer this human form.
You can keep her as a bitch
And then wonder why your love was so short-lived.