A bird shit on my car yesterday.
It got me thinking.
There are up to 400 billion birds in the world. 400 BILLION. How is it possible that I only see bird shit on my windshield and on the faces of unfortunate pedestrians.
Why are we not all constantly walking a puddle of fresh bird shit?
I don’t understand. So I made a haiku, because who doesn’t love a good fucking haiku:
Bird shit. Oh, bird shit.
You’re gross. And you are plenty.
But where do you go?