The Deer
apologies of theano to Edgar Allen POE just had to do it


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 deer gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
“’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—
Only this and nothing more.”

...
Open here I flung and shuttered, when, with many a flirt and fluttered,
In there stepped a stately Deer of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched stood stately at my chamber door—
Perched upon a layer of Pallas just at my chamber door—
stood, and munched, and nothing more.


Oh what a dream that was riddlers...