The Last Song, 09/11

 

Image by Ben Lee  

 

There is a story that came into my mind this morning, a story I shared long ago with many, I even remember the title I gave the anecdote at the time: "The last song."

While living in New York City I had a canary that was not yellow, cranberry pink with brownish feathers, very pretty but he would not sing.
A few days after 09/11, I was getting ready to go food shopping, there was a televised ceremony to honor the victims and families ; Maya Angelou and many more were present, a lady started to sing and suddenly my canary begin to sing too, in a huge voice that even topped the voice of that singer! It sounded so deep and so unusually strong that it almost scared me, it was like he could feel the deep raw emotion of the moment so strongly!

"Berry " that was his name, never sang again, it was his first and last song!