“Twas a black cat, nothing less, nothing more
Its green eyed ebon head staring straight ahead
It mewed, “Lenore”…I’d heard that name before
I know, ‘twas Poe, long dead, now bled, rose red
Arising from bed…my head, my head, ohhhh!
“No more, Lenore!”…flailing body to floor
Green eyes burned through my soul, no, No, NO, NO!
It stood scrutinizing, sizing from door
Black cat? Black cat? ‘Twas a specter or Black hat
Stumbling on spent bottle…eyes on Lenore
Room began to spin…I ended with a splat
Swore ‘twas last time, I’d amble through pub door
Hath need naught to fear, cat is small in size
Claws tear at my face…mine eyes…minimized
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