The 'DEAD BIRD' lessons

I really NEVER see dead stuff. Except the occasional spider v/s vacuum smackdown. I pretty much always win those, though, so it's rare I REFLECT.

Today, as you can imagine from the tone and phrasing above... I saw me a dead widdow burd.

Its poor little guts were ate out.

After, I 'raked' and bagged da birdie, I had some 'DEAD BIRD'lessons.

Here is what I learnt:

*Someday, something could eat my guts out too.

*Eventually my limbs will just freeze up, SNAP!, just like THAT, and all my 'do goodin' will be over, finito, d.o.n.e.

*A bird's sphere of influence is fairly small. Mine is a tiny bit bigger, but not much.

*I don't even sing.

*Well, okay,.... I can... but it doesn't sound quite right. garble...gasp...waaaa

*If I don't do it now, it might not EVER happen.

*If I have a chance to share something beautiful, I better 'giddy up'

(not sure why my 'southern roots' are showin'...pardoneay moi)

*I hope if something eats my guts out nobody I love has to scrape me up and put me in a baggie.

Feeling sorry for dead birds doesn't do one thing, but make you sorry. They are not sorry. They are not even here anymore.

.........and one day I will not be either........soooooooooo

I don't feel one bit sorry for that bird.

At least it got to

FLY

FLY

FLY

AND
singsingsingsingsingsingsiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing

Me, I'm still gravity bound and making my way through the 'life's lessons' trenches.

I want to FLY.........

but

not

yet...

Guess I stick to singing badly for a while .

:)