Sitting at my desk I seek inner peace. My quill rests there before a blank page. Finally, I dip quill into ink.
With a sigh I head for the door, but no one is there. Damned kids!
I settle again before my desk.
“Bugger off!” I yell. Snatching the handle, I yank the door open, but again there is no one there.
Knockady-knock. The sound isn’t coming from the door, but from my chimney. Looking up, I see a raven perched on the eaves.
I doff my cap and inspired, begin to write. “Once upon a midnight dreary…”