Oh! what a lovely sight to see,
On a dew kissed morn
A Lacey delicate web of string,
With the designs of octagons.
...
There is a Cat in the Glass and its looking right at me.
I hiss at it and try to look behind but its just never there.
I stand high up to match his paws. That cat must surely
see how very important that finding him can be.
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They lurk in the trees and bushes at night
On Summers Eves nights,
During the full moons eight,
Ghostly white faces with horns and grins
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