Knitting is an activity
I like to binge on and explore
Tempted by the colours
At the local spotlight store
All manner of gorgeous hues
In all different kinds of ply
Glow brightly from the shelves
Priced ludicrously high
I started off naively thinking
I'd make something fab to wear
Massively overestimating
My skills and time to spare
It's taken me absolutely ages
And honestly, it looks a bloody sight
One sleeve is longer than the other
And the neckband far too tight
Never mind! I soldier on
It will look better when it's done
But now I see I've dropped a stitch
And a holes begun to run
At last I'm on the homeward straight
Casting off the final row
But as nearly always happens.....
I'm out of yarn. The final blow.
Brown as a withered leaf
Crimson neckband with flashing wings of
winter taupe - bright green underneath.
Perched each day in the window’s bay
ever out of reach.
If I could bring you in
and teach your wild heart how to stay
every secret I hold would tell me
why you’ll fly away.
Autumn Bird stay here with me
and trill the notes to waken spring.
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