That deplorable bird still sat above my door,
answering all my questions with, "Nevermore"
and even though my inquires had been of Lanore,
he just sat there, nothing more.

But enough of that, for I soon grew bored,
and I knew that that bird would never leave my door.
So I crossed to my bureau and looked into the drawer
and sighted my gun, with which I shot boar.
I snatched up this weapon, quietly closing the drawer,
raising my eyes and looking across the floor,
my eyes reached and traveled up that door;
with raised gun, I shot that bird from above the door.

I laughed and cheered, then crossed to that door,
for above it the bird will rest, "Nevermore!"

 

Copyrighted by Lawrence Swyfte 2003

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