forgiven
.
crows 
remember a
face
and are known to hold grudges for years
it broke 
my heart when a crow died
close to the feed tray
filled with treats
the other crows watched

and it seems held me to account
as they mourned, I mourned…they stopped coming
my beloved murder…held a grudge
against me
I feared, but
they are back
trust is a gift I do not take
unmindfully 
may the healing begin

~kat

An extended pi-sequence poem (3.1415926535 8979323846) that tells a story and highlights my glimmer for today. I took a chance to reach out to my beloved crows who have shunned me like the plague all these months. I feel forgiven…not generally a thing crows do lightly. It makes me so happy on this gray day!

~kat

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you my friends!

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