Strange sound of a Raven

Back in January 2016 in Zama City, Alberta. on a very cold day, alone in the middle of nowhere, hanging in my truck. I saw this guy or this girl landing on my mirror and trying to communicate with me. Some people think, he was only hungry, others believe, she was in love with me, it could also be an alien or a robot. Who knows? One sure thing I was very lucky to lived a little moment of Raven poetry. -----_----- “Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.” And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting“. Edgar Allan Poe