Another long and knitted hat is lost.

Another long and knitted hat is lost.
The first was tall and pointed and was red.
It wasn't on the floor, or 'neath the bed,
Or anywhere at all it could be tossed.
I'd found it, so it wasn't just the cost,
But that was long ago, when all is said.
But this one vanishing fills me with dread
Because inside the house it can't be lost.

This limp and wrinkled hat has disappeared.
Or run away itself just like a cat?
Its sudden non-existence is just weird.
The only explanation can be that:
My grip on life is going, as I feared,
The way I've lost my grip on one more hat.

Naum Tered
5-7-15
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