I am called Character, a cat.
I've adopted a poet who
Pens lots in our habitat,
Consuming lots of drugs and brew.
And so my poor poet does be
Oft in mood of gloom and despair.
I know he appreciates me,
Pretty much a great life we share.
Then at the door there came a knocking,
Causing my poet much distress.
Went into my mode of stalking,
And did rid of us that pest, yes!
Lots of feathers and blood and gore,
And quoth that raven nevermore.
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