The Raven - Resolved

(With apologies to Edgar Allen Poe ) Finding myself so berated, I muttered something syncopated, as seething and with burning eyes stormed I forth as on a secret chore. Returning answered well his gall for I, with no remorse at all, blew his feathered carcase through the wall. A wet flannel cleared the gore. "That's my trusty Purdey shotgun loaded with lead shot - twelve bore." This I said, and nothing more. Now when friends, in admiration, comment on my ventilation which dost somewhat harshly pierce the wall above that door, I gift the inspiration deemed to one whom talked less than he preened - to one whom since has not been seen, save in down upon the floor. "Visitor," I exclaim, smirking – “blast from the past, quite a bore!" This I say and nothing more.