Not to be morbid, but as I was walking along the sidewalk today I passed this, well, slightly morbid sight/site. It is indeed a disembodied bird's head. It was just sitting there, mysteriously, in silent protest.
I'm debating on writing either a short story or a poem about it. I'm still mulling that over and will add something more here in a few days. But here's the picture for you to consider.
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I know this feeling.
Do you remember that this happened before? We were walking by Soldier Field, coming from the Field Museum and we saw a severed mallard's head in the grass. Maybe you have a thing.
Severed heads haunt my steps, haunt my steps, haunt my steps
Severed heads haunt my steps all through the night...
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