The Coven
In the autumn dusk I found
Six black cats were gathered round
In a silent circle sitting
Oh Lord, if I only knew
The reason for their rendezvous
I would not have watched unwitting
Golden gazes were exchanged
While I felt all the more estranged
From this solemn feline coven
If only they would let me in
Accept me as their kith and kin
And into their circle summon
For my soul is as black as they
Yet just as soft and just as stray
And desperate for a home
In the autumn dusk I found
Six black cats were gathered round
While I watched them, all alone.
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