Woke up this morning in a great mood.
Had a lot to do today and was waiting on a pal to come and pick me up.
Went out the front door to put something in the bin.
Looked at the garden and thought,
‘That grass really needs cut’.
Then I looked a wee bit to the right and saw this:
Put me on an immediate downer.
Fuck knows how long that wee dead bird has been lying there.
Looks like a week at least.
Actually, It’s still there.
Mainly ’cause I have no idea what to do with it.
Put it in the bin?
Let nature run it’s course?
Alright, I probably won’t eat it but…
See, if I let nature run it’s course, then most likely a fucking fox or something will come and have it.
I’m off out.