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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=541996" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Case Of Murder</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">They should not have left him there alone, <br>Alone that is except for the cat. <br>He was only nine, not old enough <br>To be left alone in a basement flat, <br>Alone, that is, except for the cat. <br>A dog would have been a different thing, <br>A big gruff dog with slashing jaws, <br>But a cat with round eyes mad as gold, <br>Plump as a cushion with tucked-in paws--- <br>Better have left him with a fair-sized rat! <br>But what they did was leave him with a cat. <br>He hated that cat; he watched it sit, <br>A buzzing machine of soft black stuff, <br>He sat and watched and he hated it, <br>Snug in its fur, hot blood in a muff, <br>And its mad gold stare and the way it sat <br>Crooning dark warmth: he loathed all that. <br>So he took Daddy's stick and he hit the cat. <br>Then quick as a sudden crack in glass <br>It hissed, black flash, to a hiding place <br>In the dust and dark beneath the couch, <br>And he followed the grin on his new-made face, <br>A wide-eyed, frightened snarl of a grin, <br>And he took the stick and he thrust it in, <br>Hard and quick in the furry dark. <br>The black fur squealed and he felt his skin <br>Prickle with sparks of dry delight. <br>Then the cat again came into sight, <br>Shot for the door that wasn't quite shut, <br>But the boy, quick too, slammed fast the door: <br>The cat, half-through, was cracked like a nut <br>And the soft black thud was dumped on the floor. <br>Then the boy was suddenly terrified <br>And he bit his knuckles and cried and cried; <br>But he had to do something with the dead thing there. <br>His eyes squeezed beads of salty prayer <br>But the wound of fear gaped wide and raw; <br>He dared not touch the thing with his hands <br>So he fetched a spade and shovelled it <br>And dumped the load of heavy fur <br>In the spidery cupboard under the stair <br>Where it's been for years, and though it died <br>It's grown in that cupboard and its hot low purr <br>Grows slowly louder year by year: <br>There'll not be a corner for the boy to hide <br>When the cupboard swells and all sides split <br>And the huge black cat pads out of it.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Submitted by Andrew Mayers</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by  - <i><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/" target=_blank></a></i><div class=q>
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Alone that is except for the cat. 
He was only nine, not old enough 
To be left alone in a basement flat, 
Alone, that is, except for the cat. 
A dog would have been a different thing, 
A big gruff dog w..."></div>
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