My muse is merely four months old,
He sure is able to communicate effectively.
His crazy antics antagonize me
Demanding my immediate attention,
Forcing my fingers to make that
Clickity-click-click on the keyboard.

My muse makes a fuss as he 'talks'
To himself in the mirror.
Such silly sounds!
Cooing and drooling,
Looking around.

My muse attempts to crawl about,
To find the ins and outs.
But rather stationary he remains,
No gray hairs yet for me!

My muse lets me know when
Something's not right,
Or if I'm just too far out of sight.
This muse I have to replace
The one I fired,
Is certainly more demanding!

So who is he?
My muse is -
Love
Pride
Joy
A baby boy,
Aiden.