Though, I’m not a big bird person, I like birds. I like photographing them and what not, but to sit and bird watch….not really my thing, but I do love ravens.  I don’t know what it is.  I mean, they’re not necessarily the prettiest bird out there.  Not really all that colorful.  They’re kind of simple. That could be what it is.  Simple, on the larger side, and more powerful of the smaller bird species.  Maybe to some of it, I can relate.

“Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.” ~Edgar Allen Poe~

When I was looking through pictures, thinking about what to post next, I saw these guys.  They made me think of Edgar Allen Poe’s, “Nevermore”.  When I hear this poem, or read it, I never really picture the everyday ravens that I’ve seen up to this point.  I always pictured this larger, scarier, Halloween decor kind of bird.  These birds fit that bill.

They were just big.  Bulky. Flocked together.  Black feather in this misty fog that graced the park.  Walking with this confidence. Perching with this condescending aura. The kind of bird that you can picture taunting Poe in his poem.

It was such an entertaining scene to me.  It made me smile and made the story wheels in my head turn.  Most might equate the scene as something out of the movie, “The Birds”. Them, just lingering around.  Perching in trees, perching on logs. Watching with content. Silently communicating.  Waiting. Plotting.  Soaking in the sun when it showed. Coming out of nowhere but that early morning fog.  I could definitely think of a story or two for the scene they gave me, but for now…all I can think is “Nevermore”.   Have a beautiful day and tomorrow.

“Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,…” ~Edgar Allen Poe~

“But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only,
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered – not a feather then he fluttered –
Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before –
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.’
Then the bird said, `Nevermore.'” ~Edgar Allen Poe~

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