Telepathy Empathy Poem by Ima Ryma

Hunting in winter and at night,
I did detect a house nearby,
And see a window with a light,
A human sitting I do spy.
I sense this human's in deep thought,
An empty page, with pen in hand,
Lots of frustration, human's got,
A feeling that I understand.
So I decide that I will share
A poem that has come to me.
I think the poem through the air.
The human perks up suddenly.

I sympathize with writer's blocks.
They happen often to this fox.