Bird Brains

I'm sure almost everyone has experienced a bird crashing into the window when they were sitting right in front of it. Kind of unpleasant. This morning a bird crashed so hard it left a trail of flesh, brains, and possibly an eyeball dribbling down my kitchen window. If the thought of liver and jello grosses you out, imagine it over your morning coffee. The weirdest part of it all was when I went out to clean it up, by flinging cups of water at the window, there was no sign of it anywhere. I cannot believe it flew away with a mere nosebleed, this thing had to have had it's head on backwards. Maybe I didn't give it credit for bouncing as far as it did. Tomorrow I will have to have a more thorough look so the cats don't make a mess. I know I sound like a gross old meanie describing all the gore, but it shocked me a little. It made me sad too.
It reminded me of this poem which, incidentally, I never liked:


"Who killed Cock Robin?" "I," said the Sparrow,
"With my bow and arrow, I killed Cock Robin."
"Who saw him die?" "I," said the Fly,
"With my little eye, I saw him die."
"Who caught his blood?" "I," said the Fish,
"With my little dish, I caught his blood."
"Who'll make the shroud?" "I," said the Beetle,
"With my thread and needle, I'll make the shroud."
"Who'll dig his grave?" "I," said the Owl,
"With my pick and shovel, I'll dig his grave."
"Who'll be the parson?" "I," said the Rook,
"With my little book, I'll be the parson."
"Who'll be the clerk?" "I," said the Lark,
"If it's not in the dark, I'll be the clerk."
"Who'll carry the link?" "I," said the Linnet,
"I'll fetch it in a minute, I'll carry the link."
"Who'll be chief mourner?" "I," said the Dove,
"I mourn for my love, I'll be chief mourner."
"Who'll carry the coffin?" "I," said the Kite,
"If it's not through the night, I'll carry the coffin."
"Who'll bear the pall? "We," said the Wren,
"Both the cock and the hen, we'll bear the pall."
"Who'll sing a psalm?" "I," said the Thrush,
"As she sat on a bush, I'll sing a psalm."
"Who'll toll the bell?" "I," said the bull,
"Because I can pull, I'll toll the bell."
All the birds of the air fell a-sighing and a-sobbing,
When they heard the bell toll for poor Cock Robin.

I just discovered that it was probably written about Robin Hood. This makes it a little more likeable.