For two days, a little, lost cardinal has been tapping on our front door, trying to get in. He certainly has been insistent. Tap, tap, rapping at our door. I quickly snapped this picture of the little lost creature. He flew away as soon as he saw someone inside, but he came right back. I wonder if he noticed the light within and wanted to come in or was he more like Poe’s “The Raven” just tap, tapping for Lenore?
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore —
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
” ‘T is some visitor, ” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door–
Only this and nothing more.”
Here’s the whole thing, if you haven’t read the poem, “The Raven,” in awhile, enjoy it. Sorry to sound like a literature teacher. Poe was just so brilliant!
Bonnie Saul Wilks 
Poe’s my favorite American author, I think. I still recall reading the Pit and the Pendulum for the first time. It made a lasting impression on me for an author being able to describe, twist, and turn the story just as easily as your insides as if your very heart became the paper he wrote upon…
Not many authors have that gift!