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by Howard Osborne Upon a chair in the corner, it sat and stared at me An animal, at first I had thought to be my pet cat But now with some focus and scrutiny, clearly not White stripes in the fur that I had not seen before And the look behind which lurked something odd Like it was a manifestation from the storybook tale As if I had somehow summoned it from the ether But any such dalliance could not have been briefer I then tried to shake off the feeling but to no avail Yet could this be some path that others had trod I kind of knew when it began to stretch out a claw And it slowly started to blur, like a fading ink blot Leaving only a haunting smile, then not even that But like Alice In Wonderland, this was my fantasy
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