![There used to be a white heron outside of my living room window. It would tiptoe wildly slow through the flowers whose names I never remembered. Every now and again it would stop, completely still, cock its head and listen. While I was driving on the turnpike today I hit a large white heron with my car. It swooped up out of the canal in front of me and I only had time to close my eyes, feeling the thud as it hit the front of my 80 mph hood. I opened my eyes in time to see the flash of spinning white go over my windshield. I felt terrible. Like some ghost part of the bird flew straight through me. Only to stay and ask painful questions. Why did I feel so bad? On the way to my shitty job that I desperately needed. Stupid fucking humans, bored out of our meager minds, smashing shit for all eternity. Why don’t we stop and listen?](https://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lzs532tLXG1qa8ibao1_500.jpg)
There used to be a white heron outside of my living room window. It would tiptoe wildly slow through the flowers whose names I never remembered. Every now and again it would stop, completely still, cock its head and listen.
While I was driving on the turnpike today I hit a large white heron with my car. It swooped up out of the canal in front of me and I only had time to close my eyes, feeling the thud as it hit the front of my 80 mph hood. I opened my eyes in time to see the flash of spinning white go over my windshield.
I felt terrible. Like some ghost part of the bird flew straight through me. Only to stay and ask painful questions. Why did I feel so bad? On the way to my shitty job that I desperately needed.
Stupid fucking humans, bored out of our meager minds, smashing shit for all eternity. Why don’t we stop and listen?