Jul 14 2010
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I want to rewrite The Raven for this frog sitting on my lock.
…still is sitting, still is sitting on the pallid lock of Schlage perched upon my chamber door…
Of course he isn’t there now. He raced up the door when I moved to put the key in. He would have gone over the door as I opened it and I feared he would somehow land within reach of the waiting cat who would do him no good if she caught him. No, it was best to herd him back down the door and he sat on one of the window panes which was good, as I could watch him as I went in and shut the door. Then, like the fog, he drifted gently off into the night. Yes, she might have been female. I don’t know the difference and would never think to look even if I did.
