Gertrud Kolmar, from Dark Soliloquy: The Selected Poems; "The Woman Poet,"
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In shadows deep, where moonlight gleams,
A witch and cat, in mystic dreams.
Familiar, sleek, with fur so black,
Whispers secrets, along the track.
Golden eyes, a mystic gaze,
Through moonlit nights, in silent maze.
Purring spells, in the quiet air,
A feline ally, beyond compare.
In shadows cast, by broomstick flight,
The black cat prowls, in the silvered night.
Whiskers twitch, with magic's touch,
A partner in spells, they weave as such.
On cobweb paths and mystic trails,
The cat and witch, their bond prevails.
A dance of shadows, a whispered pact,
A witches' heart, the feline tact.
So in the realm where spirits play,
A black cat guards, both night and day.
Familiar and witch, a timeless pair,
In shadows deep, a magic shared.
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Born to be a character written by Jane Austen, with "You have bewitched me body and soul. And I love … I love … I love you." Forced to live up as a character written by dostovesky, miserable, touch starved and touch repulsed.
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