Needle in the Haystack

Needle, needle,
who stole the needle?

It has to be the gremlins,
of course.

I mean
one minute
I had four
perfectly good # 6
double pointed needles
and the next...
I only had three.

I made a cursory
search several times.

Even mumbled a plea
to the ever famous
St. Anthony...
securer of lost items

And I finally did the inevitable
and cleaned the catch-all
table in the den...
the repository of all things
knitting related.

I found the missing needle
just in time
to finish the sleeves
on "the pink dress."

Note:
The doubled pointed needles
produced a tension
that was markedly different
than the body of the dress.

Blast!

So, I whipped out
my new nickel-plated
number # 6, 12 inch round
needle.

It was a lifesaver.
The body of the sleeve
and the body of the dress
now have the same tension.

The knitting mavens will not,
I repeat, will not be able to fault
the transition.

And the new needle
priced at the value of gold
will be honored
on the fireplace mantel
as a favored icon.

I hereby pledge:
No more searching
for the needle in the haystack.

Not for a day or two
anyway.