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My Grandmother's Tale It's my grandmother's recipe, thank you. While you dine, I'll tell you a story which She told me before this same fireplace about a lost traveler, like you, who stopped At a cabin, like this, where a lone woman lived, like me. There cats resided, like mine. She did not decline when he asked for shelter and for food. She liked his demeanor; She served him soup, she served him wine, and, meantime, she told him stories strange and fine Of persons more cat than human, and felines more man than beast, and, as she talked on, He fell asleep and dreamed of night hunting, fanged mouths, and torn flesh-now you look tired; rest. He woke to her hand's gentle touch, but he felt something was not quite right, not as it was. He had ears remarkably sharp; clawed paws instead of hands; his voice to protest, gone. He looked then much like my grandmother's cat, and mine. Have some more soup, if you're so inclined. *Okay, it's not free verse and it's more prose than poem, and probably more fairy tale then fantasy, but at least I entered something, and it is the right number of lines. :)*