Bird of a feather

Raven Chatter by J. Binford-Bell

Bird of a feather

Raven

Of Edgar Allan

Standing so still

Not on a door or window sill

But a log of petrified wood.

Poe's bird of Nevermore

Speaking nonsense in the desert sun

Not a midnight dark and gloomy

Cocking head to stare

Fixing me with its stony gaze.

I stood and stared back

Waited for him to fly away

But still he stood as if wanting 

To speak to me

Relay some important message.

I crept close with camera

To listen to the whispers from his feathers

Or capture his spirit in pixels

And he opened his beak

And cackled. 

The breeze ruffled his feathers

I waited for him to fly

But still so stoically he stood

Not until I walked away

Did he fly.

Had he been waiting for me

Some message to pass on

Evermore

Not nevermore

Poe's raven had it wrong.

J. Binford-Bell

November 2011

Note: Posted to The Gooseberry Garden Poetry Picnic