She lived in an oak tree in the middle of a field. Her attempts to warm herself would never yield.
She was a busy crow with lots to do around the nest. Picking up sticks to keep it in shape and looking its best.
Flying off in search of sticks and shivering wildly. Something below caught her eye and she could make it out mildly.
It was an old woman on a bike with her basket full. Wool of every colour and not one of them dull.
Susie went about her business and came to a house. The trees in the garden were perfect for a feed of louse.
When suddenly the old woman cycled through the gate. She got off her bike and said "goodness I got home before late".
The old woman sat down on her fireside chair. She took two knitting needles out which were nesting in her hair.
Susie flew to the window and watched her knit a scarf so warm. Then felt the breeze of a cold winter storm.
She spread out her wings and jumped up into the breeze, When a sudden gust of wind blew her into the window and she began to freeze,
The woman looked up and said 'oh dear what was that noise?' She walked to the window and saw Susie in shock with wide eyes.
'You poor poor thing' said the old woman as she cradled Susie tight. She placed her in the basket and kept her there the night,
Relaxed and warm, Susie watched as the woman continued to knit. Glad of the company beside the chair on which she sit.
She was a busy crow with lots to do around the nest. Picking up sticks to keep it in shape and looking its best.
Flying off in search of sticks and shivering wildly. Something below caught her eye and she could make it out mildly.
It was an old woman on a bike with her basket full. Wool of every colour and not one of them dull.
Susie went about her business and came to a house. The trees in the garden were perfect for a feed of louse.
When suddenly the old woman cycled through the gate. She got off her bike and said "goodness I got home before late".
The old woman sat down on her fireside chair. She took two knitting needles out which were nesting in her hair.
Susie flew to the window and watched her knit a scarf so warm. Then felt the breeze of a cold winter storm.
She spread out her wings and jumped up into the breeze, When a sudden gust of wind blew her into the window and she began to freeze,
The woman looked up and said 'oh dear what was that noise?' She walked to the window and saw Susie in shock with wide eyes.
'You poor poor thing' said the old woman as she cradled Susie tight. She placed her in the basket and kept her there the night,
Relaxed and warm, Susie watched as the woman continued to knit. Glad of the company beside the chair on which she sit.
Susie was feeling much better the very next day. The woman brought her to the door to release her on her way.
But poor Susie began to shiver again.
You're cold you poor thing, I have an idea then.
The woman brought her back inside and placed her on the floor.
She picked up a ball of blue wool and began to knit once more.
The fire caused a warm orange glow on her kind face.
She smiled as she knitted in her fireside place.
She turned to the window and said "oh it is beginning to snow"
When Susie saw the snowfall her worried face did show.
She did not like the thought of going back out into that weather.
It made her feel like all she had to stay warm was only one feather.
But after an hour the ground outside was covered in white.
The old woman held up a little blue jumper and said in delight,
"Oh this is perfect!" she cried with her cheeks so rosie.
She put it on Susie and said "this will keep you cosy."
So outside she went to release her once more.
Susie was now warmer than ever before.
She spread out her wings and took off into the air.
She turned to the old woman and said "thank you, take care"
But to an old woman her words had just one flaw.
As this was the sound of a crow which simply said "caw caw"
Now if you look up to the blue sky on a cold winters day.
You'll see Susie flying in her warm blue jumper and hello you must say!
