littleworries:

Bird bird.  Saw this bird.  Dead bird, all dead it was.  It lay badly. Badly angled, I mean, as if it had been checked already.  Perhaps there is someone near here who peers at the dead things for a long long time until they bump their nose on the tiny bellies, and then have to flee into the blushing night.  I shall wait up and watch for them, and see if they will wave.