Lost and found
Today I almost lost my woollen cap. We go way back, the cap and I, but I was not sad to see it gone; I figured that I’d had it long enough, and now the night had taken it, perhaps to warm her ears.
But when I started walking back the same way I’d come I quickly found it, lying outside the library. It was probably craving for some culture and, being a cap, didn’t realize the library was closed.
2 comments:
I 've lost my cap too but it still hasn't returned. It disapeared on the subway probably looking for a more exciting glamorous life. It has always been a bit fickle....
Have you tried looking in Cockfosters?
I hear that's where the glamorous life is at, these days.
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