she’s sleepin’

She weighed all of three pounds. They took one look at her and agreed with me that it was time. She didn’t even protest when I put her in the pillow case to take her out there. She laid on my lap in the car and laid still on the exam table at the clinic. She went to sleep in my arms.

And then. On the way home. I turned on the car radio, and it wasn’t on my usual station…And Norman Greenbaum’s Spirit in the Sky was just queuing up. So here I am, crying my eyes out, laughing, trying to drive. I know anybody who saw me thought I was psychotic.

When I got to our exit, I looked up and “our” big fat peregrine was sitting on the guardrail as if he was waiting for me…

When I die and they lay me to rest
Gonna go to the place that’s the best
When I lay me down to die
Goin’ up to the spirit in the sky
Goin’ up to the spirit in the sky
That’s where I’m gonna go when I die
When I die and they lay me to rest
Gonna go to the place that’s the best…

Grey Lady “Bird” Halcomb
– ? to Jan 19, 2007 –

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Author: Mari Adkins

Appalachian gothic fiction writer - my works reflect a love of literature flavored by the darkness and magic residing in these ancient mountains. In my spare time, I'm a Simmer, I tumbl, I journal, but I always have a very strange sense of humor. I have lived away from the mountains and lived deep in the mountains. I currently live in Central Kentucky with my lifepartner and his cat. The mountains, their culture, their superstitions, their particular magics, will always be in my blood.