I cut my grandma’s grass every week or so and there’s this dead bird in the grass I keep avoiding and it’s slowly decomposing
And this week I thought it’d finally gone and there were just two of those helicopter-seed things and some sticks and they were positioned like the bird and I was like woah that’s so cool and poetic
but nope I was looking a few feet in the wrong place and I ran over the bird with the lawn mower.