Oh, this is the tale of the errant weave,

Which, dammit, just chose to up and leave.

It put itself in isolation,

But now has come out of hibernation.

It abandoned me some time ago,

But was sighted on Thursday, in Belgrave Row.

And it seems it’s met another weave,

Because, guess what it’s managed to achieve?

A litter of weavelets, three or four,

Who knows there may be one or two more,

Don’t approach them, they’ve gone really wild,

They’re ferocious, ma and child.

So if you see them, cross the lane,

And pray you don’t see them ever again!

© Text / Image Caro Ness 2016 

Photo: Clare Gassmann