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Kirin 01 - portrait

The End of the Raven

by Edgar Allen Poe's Cat
 
On a night quite unenchanting,
when the rain was downward slanting,
I awakened to the ranting
of the man I catch mice for.
 
Tipsy and a bit unshaven,
in a tone I found quite craven,
Poe was talking to a Raven perched
above the chamber door.
 
"Raven's very tasty," thought I,
as I tiptoed o'er the floor,
"There is nothing I like more".
 
Soft upon the rug I treaded,
calm and careful as I headed
Towards his roost atop that dreaded
bust of Pallas I deplore.
 
While the bard and birdie chattered,
I made sure that nothing clattered,
Creaked, or snapped, or fell, or shattered,
as I crossed the corridor;
 
For his house is crammed with trinkets,
curios and weird decor -
Bric-a-brac and junk galore.
 
Still the Raven never fluttered,
standing stock-still as he uttered,
In a voice that shrieked and sputtered,
his two cents' worth - "Nevermore."
 
While this dirge the birdbrain kept up,
oh, so silently I crept up,
Then I crouched and quickly leapt up,
pouncing on the feathered bore.
 
Soon he was a heap of plumage,
and a little blood and gore-
Only this and not much more.
 
"Oooo!" my pickled poet cried out,
"Pussycat, it's time I dried out!
Never sat I in my hideout
talking to a bird before.
 
How I've wallowed in self-pity,
while my gallant, valiant kitty
Put and end to that damned ditty" -
then I heard him start to snore.
 
Back atop the door I clambered,
eyed that statue I abhor,
Jumped - and smashed it on the floor.


(from Henry Beard's, POETRY FOR CATS, copyright 1994)

Comments

Epic win!!!! :D
I love Leslie Fish
Actually, it was from Henry Beard's, POETRY FOR CATS, copyright 1994.

The email I got it from was uncredited.

Edited at 2010-04-05 07:57 pm (UTC)
Ah! The mp3 I have of it doesn't have him credited (but that is fairly regular for bootleg filk recordings).