Nevermore

...says the raven over and over in Edgar Allan Poe's famous poem. This comes to mind as the sun falls and the ravens begin to fly over town as they do every day at this time, heading to a roost less than a mile northeast of here. The cat and I watch the sky thicken. Nevermore nevermore nevermore...hundreds of them. The bills all aim at the same point. It's as if a wheel is suspended above us and we're beneath the rim watching the tire break up, the rubber bits flying up the spokes to rejoin on the hub. In the morning we'll see the reverse. Evermore evermore evermore...