for the birds
a few weeks ago i was walking outside and passed a dead bird, just an ordinary brown bird, on the sidewalk. i had a fleeting moment of poor bird and then walked on. later that day as i walked to the library, i passed another dead bird, this one much smaller, bright blue with a splash of yellow, and i began thinking the birds were bad omens for something.
and then today i found this image by amy stein. and i am now thoroughly depressed about the birds.
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