Male muses 
 
— the vulnerable and maligned muses were not held enough as children on a moonscape of beaks. Ever notice? Certainly I wasn't. Now I have to make excuses for my friends buried below their own animation with no heirs on site.  
They’re donning synthetics, and only half familiar, and just too intense, plundering the transport from their ambience.   
 
And I was musing, simple stuff picking up a pen.