the whispering draw

the whispering draw of the leafy, woolen line rubbing along her fingers,
as the needles clickety-clicked...
loop upon loops.
some back some forward some gaps....
as the other she circled around her legs, impatient.
row upon row in a comfortable rhythm,
growing steadily,
although not fast enough for the second she's liking


one hour blended to two,
windows dark against the rain,
tail swishing swapped for curled purring.

it takes time.
it takes the contented pace of slowness
all that is good is not fast and all that is fast is not good.

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as time lengthened, peace deepened...

so it seemed the cadence of the needles,

and the cadence of the heart

and the cadence of the breathy purrs

all wrapped around each other, loop upon loop

some time later,

ears perked

as the last binding loop was made

and the needles slipped back in the bag.

a small tug here,

a gentle smoothing there...

and then a loving wrap around contented fur.

she smiled at she...

as they both knew:    every kitty needs a scarf.

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