The Demon Cat

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He fell and there he sat,
And looked around, saw where he was at;
In this cave he saw a bat.
In the roof there was a slat.
Then on his back he did lay flat,
Upon the moss that was his mat.
He knew he should move on, not rest his hat.
Then from the corner there came a cat.
Who offered him its head to pat.
There he became comfortable, and there he grew fat.
And that hellish, deceitful, evil, demon cat,
On his lap ever it sat.
While it reveled in victory, it laughed,
Pleased with itself how it did trap,
The man in its cave, so mossy and flat.
So easy to leave led by light from the slat,
Though easier still to stay and pet the furry cat.

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