the weaver, clearly worried takes a large knife from the drawer
and carved a ragged slice or four
the stranger, having settled, gave his purpose full of meaning
and the black cat moved still closer to the door
'I'll not trouble you for vitals' said the traveller in a voice so deep and steady
'i bring news from a better time before the war'
and the wife looked at the weaver, her face whiter than a ghost
and the black cat watched a shadow 'neath the door
'a child was born, of great importance' said the stranger
'but the parents true and worthy are no more'
and they knew their son was leaving
and the black cat walked straight through the locked front door
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