Casting On- 2nd February 1992

The world's one giant ball of yarn,
A cat does toss and tease,
Until his master comes along,
To knit as he does please.


Perhaps a cap? Perhaps a coat?
Or a blanket,
Lest the Cosmic winds do blow!


Scurry cat!
Your paws are black,
With sharp attack,
They fray the yarn.


Untwist, unwind,
Unkind the pounce;
With measured grace
The cat does dance -
It is no fair play,
This imaginary prey.

Unravel this riddle,
And pick up a needle;
Click-klack, click-klack,
Pearl to plain,
Front to back,
And back again.