Crone On Lone Tree Hill
The haggardly crone defiantly stood on Lone Tree Hill.
So valiant that she gave the newly born cat a chill.
Daring the north wind to blow her around or down,
There were no other witches or warlocks anywhere around.
I wanted to be your familiar, the tiny cat said.
How can I be your sidekick if you are going to be dead?
The wizened hag cackled, and stood hillside bound.
She would train this scared-y cat to feel safe and sound.
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