Arts, Masters, and Mice

The arts slave hearts, they are gods of various sorts. We follow, striving to become master of our Lords art, we strive to please with a loving need, faithfully.Masters leave pieces so nothing is misinterpreted or lost, so the wind doesn't startle and blind mice fair fairly. Of this art, you are a master, for you left a piece that feeds and leads them. This is my defining of a masterpiece.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This started out as a comment for ladyA's tenderly. My phone booted me. I had to remember it from memory. Grief. So I just wrote it as a poem. I am gong to put all the poems and thier poets in this comment box. Cool right.

Lady A- Tenderly

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