30. Little Nips and Natter

Little nips and natter, tangled in your hair:

Snip-snap, snip-snap,

And they still are there.

Here’s snag of sorrow, here’s a dab of doubt.

Pinch-pull, pinch-pull,

Still it won’t come out.

Little patch of panic, little pang of pain:

Nib-nab, nib-nab.

Still you must retain.

Days are damp with doubting, nights are narrow nests.

Press-push, press-push,

Never finding rest.

Little nips and nature, tangled in your hair:

Snip-snap, snip-snap.

And no one near you cares.