A Sweater For The Churchmouse

Knitting a tiny woolly sweater, for a sweet-tempered mouse He sleeps on a blue letter, that arrived from grandmother’s house Using scraps of yarn, that came from a pair of socks Was keeping it to darn, but seems cold dwelling in a mailbox Started offering him pieces of cheese, I no longer eat alone Eventually I pour us both teas, by the garden that’s overgrown Working with double pointed needles, carefully in the round Looking out towards a mural, l see him on the church’s ground I am excited to witness, that he has his own schedule This mouse is full of cleverness, he returns with a spool of wool I am slowly making progress, as the churchmouse grows a belly We started to play chess, both just pushing pieces curiously Casting on is thrilling, just as thrilling as casting off Weaving frail ends are gruelling, but it will all soon payoff He happily wore his new jumper, colours of autumn in stormy weather So came an idea, thoughts of knitting a matching sweater Seasons have come and gone, no need to wear thick wool We’re having a picnic on the lawn, wearing a full matching ensemble