How chilly these winter nights be

but, alas, no fear of cold knees

for on my lap

the warmth

is over one hundred degrees.

At the end of a snowy day

my lap robe vibrates

ever so gently

while the soft pulsing music

quiets me.

No fear on this stormy eve

that a power outage

will take these comforts

leaving me in a fix

for the only fuel

my soft, fuzzy lap robe needs

is a little bowl of Meow Mix.

— Trina Kingsbury