Morbid

I pass this one street light on my way to work and earlier this week I noticed it has something dangling from it. I figured it was a bit of paper tangled up in some length of rope from a poster or banner that the wind blew up to the light pole.
Well this morning while I was waiting for the light to turn green, I found myself directly underneath the dangling bit of white stuff from the said pole. Apparently its not paper; its a dead pigeon, tangled and dead and decomposing away merrily 10 feet above the ground.
I got a good look at the bird and I believe some of the more energetic maggots fell onto my windshield.
As the dead bird swayed gently in the morning breeze, I thought to myself, I wouldn't want to be the guy who's riding behind some lorry and getting smacked in the face by a rotting pigeon. I love my small, little Kelisa a little bit more today.

And since we're on the topic, I have the clip of the fat, oily middle age officer kissing and groping a tudung'ed girl in a elevator everyone has been talking about. Slimier than watching maggots on a dead pigeon, I tell you. Be happy to email it to anyone who wants it; in the true spirit of spreading joy around and everything. You're welcome.