Theos-Talk Archives (February 1998 Message tt00388)

The world's one giant ball of yarn,
A cat does toss and tease,
Until his master comes with 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.

b.hive