Summarizing each day of
A Night in the Lonesome October, in verse!
A cat, a bat, and
faithful hound Snuff. Nothing much
else astir. Peaceful.
This is a riff on a passage from
The Hand of Oberon.
"Good evening. Lord Corwin," said the lean, cadaverous figure who rested against a storage rack, smoking his pipe, grinning around it.
"Good evening, Roger. How are things in the nether world?"
"A rat, a bat, a spider. Nothing much else astir. Peaceful."
It seems to want to be a haiku, but it doesn't quite get there. I've fixed that part.