Small Bird

I saw this guy on my way to get coffee. On seeing him, I was trying to figure out what killed him. Was it the cold, and the approach of winter? Did he fall out of a nest? Or, does his proximity to the building suggest that he saw something in a window and dove for it, striking the glass instead?

Part of me hopes it was the window scenario, because at least that death would have been a quick one. But here’s what depresses me just a little bit: there’s an underlying suggestion here that the world is a deceptive and illusory thing, capable of claiming those who aren’t guarded or wary enough.

Poor guy.