Now that she is eating, I've gone and named my little eastern LENORE. Yeah, between that and my screen name, guess which poem I really like...
For the rare and iridescent serpent whom I now name Lenore –
Nameless snake? No, nevermore.
And the Serpent, never winking, still is slinking, still is slinking
Through the shaded pall of shadow, her Hunger demanding, “More!”
And her eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming,
And the mouse-lings can’t stop squealing for fear of this carnivore;
And these mice from out that shadow of her gullet full of gore
Shall be lifted – nevermore!

