A big comfy chair and cuppa tea
Grandma’s quilt a snug cocoon about my legs
Well-loved pen held easy in aging fingers
Blank paper thirsty for my bard’s ink
Words swirl and spin around my head
Fanciful yarns and chilling mysteries
Feline companion, most enigmatic of all mysteries
Catnip and lemon tea
Soft fur to caress, an image of Nyx upon her forehead
My muse nestled sleepily betwixt my legs
Eyes as dark and deep as ink
She inspires my thoughts, guides my fingers
Listening to heart and head
Eager stories flow through my fingers
I have everything I need
Thin spiral notebook 