This morning I was wakling to work and enjoying the suinshine on my face when I heard an almightly thud up ahead, which I, at first, thought was the sound of a bus colliding witha blossom filled low lying branch - for as soon as the thud sounded the sky was filled with white blobs that I, at first, assumed were blossom. It swiftly dawned on me that it was a bit late for blossom and as I drew closer I realised the blobs were downy feathers. Closer still I spotted the body of a wood pigeon, trying desperately to suck in its last breath. The bus had collided with the bird in flight and now it was just roadkill, everyone watching looked mortified. Poor thing. I felt the event had a sort of melancholic beauty to it and decided to write a haiku, as it seemed appropriate form for to express such a feeling.
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