Thursday; The red and blue hat;

First born grandson, Lucian, born 1989

The red and blue hat;

I wrote for Lucian 1992

Happy,  Miss Flora sits on her stool

in her hands the knitting of red and blue wool,

First she wanted to knit a mat

but, rather she thought, I knit a hat.

Red and blue stripes and a pompom on top

oh, cry key,  she let some stitches drop,  

Beside her, purring, Miss Kitty the cat

watches the progress of the red and blue hat.

The balls of wool dance up and down 

these movements let Miss Kitty frown,

She blinks and thinks a little play

is fun and makes a better day.

She yawns and stretches and licks her fur,

she lets escape a little purr,

Then a sudden grab for the wool

Miss Flora nearly falls off her stool.

Out of doors and down the street runs the naughty cat

tangled in the wool of the red and blue hat, 

Miss Flora cries stop, is quite aghast,

Miss Kitty her cat is so very fast.

She plays with the wool has so much fun

A neighbour's cat comes too for a run,

Meow, meow let me have a go

the pair of them make quite a show.

They run past the butcher- and baker’s shop

nothing will and makes them stop,   

They pass the church and pass the school

still playing along with the red and blue wool.

Miss Flora is all in a flurry

she really must run and hurry,

She sighs and thinks what am I to do

How will I recover my red and blue wool?

Miss Kitty her cat is nowhere in sight

now, this is Miss Floras plight,

She puts on her shoes, her coat and her hat

and follows the spur of her naughty cat.

She finds the red and she finds the blue

tangled up mess of her beautiful wool,

She finds Miss Kitty curled up in a ball

fast asleep and not sorry at all. 

©Photo/Text Ts