Luscious, red, and ripe.
Sweet and tart.
A bird’s feast all laid out.
Winter is the season.
When all are eaten the feast is over.
Spring will bring new ones – green and hard.
Bitter to the taste.
Age will transform them
Into the bird’s desire.
King’s Berry
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Katherine J Krein
My name is Katherine J. Krein. I lost my father in June of 2013, and then I lost my mother in November of the same year. After they both died I went through a mind-warping number obsession that has taken me years to control. This is my story. It is now 2025. I still use this site to post some poems and thoughts. My obsession has faded, however, I still notice the numbers. Faith, hope, and love is what guides me now. View all posts by Katherine J Krein
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