death of a small green bird
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Toronto, 2002.10.04
This morning, a small green bird hit the window as I was eating my breakfast. I went out onto the balcony and spotted the thing lying dazed in one of the flower pots. I decided to leave it be, and checked back in an hour to find it gone. I suspect that it either recuperated and flew away, or was eaten by a gull (which I doubt, having not seen any gulls).