Till today ...
Birds fly when a car nears them but today the one that crossed the road didn't. And like a scene from "The Simpsons" I saw feathers fluttering past my right wing mirror as I felt the front right tyre roll over something.
"Why did the pigeon cross the road?"
I don't have an answer to the riddle. But I certainly do have an answer to my deep sense of guilt!
I saw it crossing and as my years of experience tells me the bird SHOULD fly away. But it didn't ...
Life's tragi-comedies. I didn't quite know whether to laugh or to cry when I saw the feathers flutter past but I certainly did know what to feel when I saw, in my rear view mirror, it lying on the tarmac.
Betty told me to pray for its soul only to realise that animals supposedly do not have souls.
I think I'd better refrain from eating poultry or meats from the bird family for a while; in atonement.
Here's in memory of the pigeon I care-lessly killed:
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