It's like that Calvin and Hobbes strip, but sadder

When I got home today, I found a dead bird on front porch. Now I didn't think much about it "oh look, a dead bird" was about all I thought. I used some tongs to pick it up and put it in a plastic bag. When I was in front of the trash can, preparing to throw it away, something very weird happened. I turned around and grabbed a shovel, and went in to the backyard a buried it. It wasn't like I changed my mind; it was more like that was the original idea to start with. Like the whole time I was out there wasn't so I could throw a bird into my trash can, it was more like it was a side trip, like I was taking the scenic route to getting the shovel. Even stranger was that as soon as I buried it, I grabbed two sticks and some weeds and fashioned a cross. I even said a makeshift prayer. At the end of the whole event, I looked up into the sky and saw two more birds circling over my head in the bluest sky I’ve ever seen.