Poetry Breakfast #9 – The Raven

The Cat

The Cat
based ever so loosely on Edgar Allan Poe

Once upon a morning dreary, while I pondered, tired and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious cookbook of forgotten lore–
When I grinded, started brewing, suddenly there came a mewing,
As of some thing gently clawing, clawing at my table leg–
“It’s the blasted cat,” I muttered, “clawing at my table leg–
wanting food and nothing more.”

And that damn cat, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
While I try to drink my coffee, eat my breakfast, nothing more;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a madman’s that is scheming,
And the sunlight near him streaming has him leaping ‘cross the floor;
And my coffee from my cup goes flying down along the floor;
Screw my breakfast — nevermore!

—–
The Raven
Edgar Allan Poe

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore–
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door–
“‘Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door–
Only this and nothing more.”

And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted–nevermore!

Source: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15638