“On my work bench stepped he deftly, walking stately, rightly leftly. 
‘Will you tell me future’s secrets? Is that what you came here for?  
Will lobsters crowd into my traps? Stand in line in rows perhaps? 
Will the price of shedders soar?’ 
‘That will be the frosty morning,’
Said the shag, and nothing more.”

- Excerpt from Foggy Morning, Roger Duncan’s nod to E. A. Poe