The Crash

A bird hit our window. It hurt it's wing badly. My mom used to work with birds, and she says it isn't broken. I was very worried about....4 seconds ago I'd say. Pretty upset. Then it flew away. But seriously. Us dumb humans, making houses and thinking we're so safe in them, with so many windows to see the world we're populating. And then we cut down all the non-native plants and chop down all the rose bushes and thistle and make moles leave by driving stakes in the ground that send out less than pleasant noises to them. We scare them to death every week mowing the lawn, we've driven deer out of their homes to make houses no one can afford with the economy like this. It's kind of pointless. Kind of rudimentary and...resentmentful (new word) to do stuff like this. At the same time, what can we do? We can't remove ourselves. We just keep living, and with our lives comes causing damage to there's. a harsh reality.