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Well just like the title says a death happened to me at my own home today.
I was sitting infront of the computer just casually playing a game when I heard a loud 'thump' coming from upstairs. First I thought it was my mom and raced upstairs to check to see if she was alright. She was fine. So that brought my curiosity even higher to wonder just what exactly was it that I heard? I knew it was close to the kitchen so I searched around to see if anything was knocked over. Nope. Nothing at all. I know I'm not crazy cause my mom told me that she had heard a pretty loud noise close by as well and suggested I check outside.
I went to go look outside the window and then I saw it. A dead body laying on the porch. A robin bird was laying sideways on the porch looking very hurt. Heading outside I went to check on the poor thing and could tell it was having a hard time breathing and was shaking none stop. Without another word I rushed back inside to grab a shoebox and carefully placed the winged creature inside of it. Don't worry it had airholes. All we could really do for the thing was just watch it shake and tremble as it was clear the little guy just wasn't going to make it. So there I sat at the porch watching the small creature just dying inside my shoebox becoming stiller by the second until it couldn't move anymore.
I didn't cry for the little guy but I sure as hell felt the thing earned the right to just die with some dignity after smacking into our kitchen window from the outside. Could've been a mother or father. I didn't really check. Best to leave it ambiguous. So as we speak I now own a small casket with a very small body in the house which I will remove by tomorrow. And all I kept thinking to myself was if something like this ever happened to me would I want somebody to just at least be there for me before I go out? Wish I could honestly answer this question.
You wouldn't think something as mundane as a bird flying into your window would affect you all that much but it did kinda get to me. Maybe it's a sign? Who knows. I just know mortality affects us all.
Current Residence: Detroit,MI Favourite genre of music: I'm open for anything..except country Favourite style of art: Pop art always grabs my attention but close second would be fantasy art Operating System: windows xp MP3 player of choice: IPod Touch
Favorite visual artistFrank Frazetta (check out his stuff here:http://www.frazettaartgallery.com/ff/index.htmlFavorite bands / musical artistsN.E.R.D. currentlyFavorite gamesChampions Online currentlyTools of the TradePhotoshop and the Wacom Tablet. word son.