Geoffrey Stapleton

Every now and then I see a dead bird on the foot path. It always strikes me as a particularly sad thing being as how it had the miraculous gift of flight but is now forever earth bound. It somehow makes the loss seem that much greater. And there’s nothing you can do to help. It’s gone. And life just keeps going on...and off. You can mock death or romanticise it but you can’t defy it ... apparently!