Tucked into the corner the
soft sound of hook and yarn
They sit amidst coffee and ale
and skeins slowly being absorbed
from loose wool in catlove balls
to something created amidst
their conversations in the wood
and ale and each other's company
They knit their words into the wool
quietly tucking the gentle laughter
They are knitting tomorrows they
are knitting friendship
They are knitting bonds as they
sit tucked into the corner.