—The ‘Red Bird’—
Throughout life, the elders of my family have talked about the “Red Bird.”
The “Cardinal” is the proper name, I believe.
Sitting on the porch or at a picnic, Nana, my Grandmother, might say, “There’s a Red Bird,” and all the older members would become at peace and relaxed at the sight of the bird.
I, being a dumb kid, didn’t pay it any mind. It went in one ear and out the other.
Then, one day it happens.
You’re older.
You’ve lived life…You’ve lost a lot…
And a “Red Bird” lands right beside you.
He looks at you. And you at he.
…And you find yourself at peace.
