Toolin’ up the road, cryin’ to I Loved Her First, which I guess is bound to replace Daddy’s Little Girl on the wedding dance floor. It don’t matter much; I still can’t help wellin’ up and overflowin’. It was always that one, and Old Shep–specially sung by Elvis.
Driving back home, I spot the eagle at the fish hatchery just up the road. He’s sitting on the tippity-topmost branch of his favorite dead tree. I cry for joy.
A friend and neighbor stops in the shop, minutes after I open. She’s lost her cat, a gorgeous grey coon, and she’s got me on the verge again.
I hope to cry once more today…for joy when he is found.
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