A lovely winged gift from Heaven. I had absolutely no time to react. Neither did the dove. I glanced in my rear view mirror and saw the Maserati swerve to the left as bird guts exploded onto the right side of his car. I was horrified. I had committed my first vehicular homicide.
I drove the rest of the way to work like this:
By lunch time I had convinced myself that I had murdered a female dove who happened to be gathering delicious worms for her newly hatched babies, high up in a nest not far from the road, where they shared front row seats in witnessing the slaughtering of their mother. I had taken out an entire family. As a lover of Mother Earth, this atrocious event followed me into my dreams last night and I saw myself pulling over on the side of the road and planting a tiny cross with flowers whereupon 3 baby doves fell from the sky like a Texas hail storm and bore into the top of my skull with their sharpened beaks. I suppose I'll be spending the rest of the weekend in mourning...
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