Tucked all away,
In the ready arms
Of a fading fray,
In stacks of wool
Ready for a measure,
Of a draping lull
Yet comes a knock,
A wiggle of a clasping lock
A cricket and a snippet,
Or an out of place ribbit
And with a new delight,
A measure of curiosity
Takes flight.
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