. My Raven My Raven is a different bird. I guess he learned a different word Than Poe’s that uttered “Nevermore.” My Raven tells me, “Furthermore.” “Alright” I said “what do you want? Why did you choose my place to haunt? Why are you sitting at my door?” My Raven told me, “Furthermore.” “I do not mean to be absurd, But you are such a funny bird.” I wrote a poem; and then some more My Raven challenged, “Furthermore?” So then I wrote another story That was full of allegory. “How do you like its blood and gore?” My Raven answered, “Furthermore?” I wrote all night and slept all day. I thought the Raven flew away. When nighttime came, knocks pound the door. It was my Raven, furthermore. Now every night I have to write, And nothing spurs my Raven’s flight. I write a lot and then some more, But then he tells me, “Furthermore.” I think for my Thanksgiving feast I need to cook that horrid beast, And then my Raven, furthermore, Will be a Raven nevermore. . . LTC Roy E. Peterson is a writer, retired U.S. Army Military Intelligence Officer, Foreign Area Officer, and Foreign Commercial Officer who currently resides in Texas.