I found a dead
bird on the patio of the
computer science building at
FIU, where I work, today. It had just died; it was perfectly
intact. It had beauitful black and white feathers, and felt
soft in my hand, and so light it practically felt like it wasn't there. Poor thing. It was probably some type of
sparrow. I
spread its wings gently, and admired the beauitful construction of them... Perfection. Every feather there, perfectly preened as if this bird was frozen in time. Its eyes were stuck open, almost appearing to gaze in desperation. I wonder how it died.
I contemplated what to do with it, not wanting to leave it there on the patio to decompose into a smelly mess... So I took it over to some bushes and laid it to rest there. I was a bit sad for the next few hours; the bird probably died before its time.