Once upon a 1:38 a.m. dreary, while a Sebastopol resident pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—
While they nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at their chamber door.
“’Tis some visitor,” they muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—
Only this and nothing more.”

Presently their soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
“Sir,” said they, “or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you”—here they opened wide the door;—
A goat there and nothing more.

Monday morning, at 1:38 am, police responded to a subject knocking on a door. When officers arrived on scene the...

Posted by Sebastopol Police Services on Monday, March 7, 2016