I cry whenever I see a dead bird on the road or anywhere else. Why?

Birds don’t belong as roadkill on the ground, leave that job to the skunks. No I think birds belong in the sky, flying around with such freedom. Birds should be defying the laws of gravity, not face first into the ground. I watched them all the time with such wonder, seeing them swoop and soar with incredible ease, considering they’ve been doing that since they were kicked out of their nests.

So seeing these little freedom flyers crash landed on the hot pavement that we drive on makes me terribly emotional. So badly that my mom tends to laugh at me, saying how weird I am.

Am I though? Am I weird for crying for the little birdies that didn’t get to fly in the clouds another day?

I think not.