Cardinal By Sean Ripple www.Flickr.com/photos/flatlife It wasn’t your fault. The bird simply failed to account for such things as automobiles traveling at 80 miles per hour, and the deathly pull of highway airstreams associated. How could it? How do we? You presumed the bird to be a she flying back to its nest to feed its babies. I presumed it to be a he. Neither of us knew how birds reproduced. I’ve since looked it up. Pretty straightforward…I’m surprised neither of us knew. It’s something how the bird didn’t leave as much as a smear of bodily fluid on the windshield. That you cried without the slightest hint of a maudlin show about having possibly ended the bird’s life, well that should raise it from any possible end. It should. |
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