the stranger hoped they'd stay a while.
"I won't hurt you, really I won't.
I'm harmless and simply alone."
But the birds flew away, they didn't care.
The passing stranger gave them a scare.
"What's wrong with me?" the stranger inquired gloomly.
"I'm not a bad guy, really, truly."
So he walked in the woods, feeling rather dull,
and thoughts of darkness polluted his skull.
"They're scared of me. Well, I'll show them all.
Nobody will miss them, and I've got the gall!"
But alone he trudged with a heavy heart,
knowing the birds it was wrong to part.
"What am I doing?" he said with a sigh.
"But why must you be scared? I'm a reasonable guy!"
And then from the underbrush came a whimpering cat.
It nudged his leg, and he gave it a pat.
"Hello there, kitten," he said with glee.
"Is your lil' paw hurt? Come, let me see."
He took the cat home and the bonded, the cat grew,
until one day he made a yummy cat stew!
"Bah, who needs friends?" he maniacally laughed.
"They're not worth my time - especially not cats!"
There is never a dull moment in the mind of the psychotically creative.
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