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The Cat

From The Topeka State Journal, September 23, 1914. By Roy K. Moulton.

Once upon a midnight dreary, as I pondered, weak and weary,
    Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While a short snooze I was snatching,
    Suddenly there came a scratching, and ’twas on my chamber door.
“’Tis no visitor,” I muttered, “scratching at my chamber door.
    Just the cat and nothing more.”

I knew what the cat expected, and I knew I was elected
    So I grabbed the noisy feline to perform my nightly chore.
Down the cold stairway I hurried while the chilly breezelets scurried
    Round my shins and then I let him safely out the kitchen door.
I had put him out so often that it really made me sore,
    Simply that and nothing more.

Back to my hall room I ambled and into the bed I scrambled,
    When I heard a fearful wailing that I’d often heard before.
’Twas the same old caterwauling and the same old feline calling,
    As he vainly tried to get in at the self-same kitchen door.
Then I hastened down the stairway and was chilled through to the core,
    Just to let him in once more.

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