There's a dead pigeon on the pavement outside the office. It's right next to the door, and the dozen people who work here have so far stoically managed to ignore it.
This morning there was a partial eclipse of the sun (honest guv).
One more sign...if I see a locust, or a even a strange cloud formation...just one more, and I'm going home to hide.
4 comments:
Oooh ... poor little pigeon. I think what would save the day is if someone would just take a moment to give the passed on soul a dignified burial of some sort. That will fix everything and save the day!
Birds falling out of the sky...
Eclipses of the sun...
Clouds of locusts...
Colin, my dear, what have you done? I say, do like Wendy said. Give the bird a proper goodbye and maybe the cloud of locusts will take their wrath somewhere else. ;)
it's a concrete jungle out there, I'd need a bloody pick axe to bury the poor blighter
Poor pidgeon - a box perhaps?
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