Claws
Once upon a sunset dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary
Over many a quaint and curious texted chore, -
While I nodded, neatly typing, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of someone gently rapping, rapping on my chamber floor.
“T’is the dawg,” I muttered, “tapping on my new wood floor;
Only this and nothing more.”
But the doggie still beguiling all my fancy into smiling
Straight I wheeled my steno chair in front of dawg and door,
Then, upon the seat a-sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this garrulous dawg I do adore
Meant by tapping, tapping on my new wood floor!
“Be that our sign of parting, dawg or fiend!” I shrieked, upstarting
“Get thee back into thy dog bed and the night’s silent shore -
Leave no pawprints as token of thy dancing!
Leave my concentration unbroken! Quit the sound of thy dancing!
Take thy tapping out from my ears, and take thy form from off my floor!
Quoth the doggie: “Nevermore.”