I killed a cursed black cat, and then
Brought another black cat back home.
I sensed its bad foreboding when
In between my feet it would roam.
I tried to kill it, but my wife
Stopped me, so I killed her instead.
She'd been a nagging pain in life.
Sealed her in the cellar wall, dead.
The black cat disappeared, okay.
The police came to make a call.
Screeching cellar sounds led the way.
The black cat on corpse in the wall.
'The Black Cat, ' a short tale by Poe.
Black cats are bad luck - doncha know!
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