Every day the ginger dog and I walk the streets
And look at the houses. And in the windows
Every day a different coloured ball of wool
What are they knitting?
A teddy bear?
For a grandchild
A jumper?
To grow into
A blanket? For a rescue dog
Or is the wool a signal?
For a lover?
Or a spy?
Then the garden began to knit itself around the house.
And the window was hidden
When the garden was unravelled……….
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