day 288

raven call

there’s a raven in the woods nearby
it’s voice, a soulful wailing sound
could it be mourning the bird I found
who suffered days, only to die
it’s voice, a soulful wailing sound
there’s a raven in the woods nearby

~kat
(Biolet - ABbaBA)

My bird identification application confirmed what I suspected. The ailing black bird who passed away in my yard may actually have been a raven. I would have continued to believe it was a crow, except that in the following days I heard the distinct voice of a lone raven in the woods. I wondered if the sounds i heard were the mourning wails of the deceased bird’s mate. Ravens are thought to be lifelong partners. I can only imagine the grief of losing a partner. The fates have been kind to me in that respect. Even though it never presented itself to me visibly, its calls were unmistakably raven.

In those moments I paused to grieve with it. And I hoped in a small way this lone surviving soul sensed my concern for its suffering. And most importantly as I stood silently listening I hoped it felt heard. Isn’t that what we all long for? To be seen…to be heard. 

That’s my glimmer inspiration for today. Nature and this planets are always uttering messages to us. The question is, are we listening. 

Much love, peace, and glimmers of presence to you!

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨