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Wise Bird

The Wise Bird by Kevin J. McCarthy My father passed away two years ago. It was very difficult for me since I was so close to him. He was 84. Soon after my father died I started noticing the same gray bird perched on the uppermost of the electrical wires in front of my driveway every single day. He seemed to be watching over what was my father's prized possession - his Classic 1996 Buick Roadmaster Station wagon. This graceful bird sits in the exact same spot up high facing my back door over and over very faithfully. He makes a sound like an owl all day long and at times even at night. The sound he makes is very unique - not quite exactly like an owl. It is a slow, mellow cooing. I can even hear him from inside my house sometimes. Amazingly, even during the height of the terrible, windy ice storm this winter he remained in his spot on the wires motionless somehow. I always take time to look up for him every day. It seems he is my only friend sometimes. I was looking at a print of a painting by Degas last week in my therapist's office. I realized that the word "Degas" spelled backwards spells the word "saged". "Saged" may not technically be a word. The word "sage" means a wise person however. I decided that the word "saged" means "to become wise". Somehow I think my bird has become "saged".
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