Last night,

I was awoken by a raven

that had flown in through

my open window, and

perched itself atop my book-case.


Who is there? I cried.

Let me give you what for!

But t’wasn’t human that answered.


Said the raven,

“Dinty Moore”


Tell me, bird, I asked.

Are you an omen, or divine?

Is this a message of the future?

 Of what I have in store?

But my plea it went unanswered.


Said the raven,

“Dinty Moore”


Wait, I said,

as suddenly I knew.

Dinty Moore?

The beef-stew?


Is that why you bother me?

Is this what you tout?

Is that why you woke me?


Said the raven,

“I’ll show myself out.”


part two


The next morning,

still in my kerchief & night-gown,

I sat with a cup of coffee at

the breakfast nook;

lit a bowl, & pondered my

passerine pop-in ad.


And how, despite the intrusion,

I suppose some beef-stew

did sound pretty good.


When suddenly,

there was a tapping at my window.

It was another raven!

This one dressed smart —


In a pressed white shirt

with black tie — taut.

On a card table was an e-meter.


Said the raven,

“Would you like to see a thought?”