i hurt when i see it but i'm drawn to it still. it was alive and now it's dead. a bird's life is joy to me and a dead bird is consternation and dread. i want to draw something from this death, if not beauty then the poignance of this life crushed, still present in the afterimage with extended wings making me think of final flights. it was a normal day. so unexpected, almost unthinkable. there was no bird pandemic, no panic i think, it was normal to the end, and maybe so sudden the bird mind before the pain registered release.