- 26 (Fungi from Yuggoth by Howard Phillips Lovecraft)
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XXVI. The Familiars
John Whateley lived about a mile from town,
Up where the hills began to huddle thick;
We never thought his wits were very quick,
Seeing the way he let his farm run down.
He used to waste his time on some queer books
Hed found around the attic of his place,
Till funny lines got creased into his face,
And folks all said they didnt like his looks.
When he began those night-howls we declared
Hed better be locked up away from harm,
So three men from the Aylesbury town farm
Went for himbut came back alone and scared.
Theyd found him talking to two crouching things
That at their step flew off on great black wings.
