Bird Tragedy

Today another bird died from a case of clean windows.

I was walking along when it looked as if someone threw a shoe out of a window. I gaze upward at the morning sky, and there, tufts of gray feathers floating softly in the air. I walk over and see a little gray bird, twisted in a heap upon the green grass, twitching, its eye in a hollow stare. I turn to Minna. I say, "What do we do?" She says, "File a ticket." I say, "I don't know what to categorize that under. Do I put it as 'Urgent' priority?" (Ok, I didn't really say that, but it would've been funny if I did).

In our stupor, we watched the little gray bird. Slowly, it stops twitching. "There's nothing we can do," says Minna. We walk away. "There's nothing we can do."