The Difference

The raven, a solitary fellow, taps at my window to be let in from the rain and lightning that decorates the out-of-doors. How he determined that I am predisposed to let him in, I shall never know. Perhaps the warm glow of the fire as it settles into embers, or the attraction of a bit of leftover bread from my repast, or some odor which is undetectable by man, that, or he decided that his place and mine were not so different after all, that his feathers, and my fetters, amounted to a bond, a kinship that more common men might deny.