When songs happen in real life...

Whilst working in my office, a sparrow flew into my window, quite hard. I went outside, and he was lying there, badly injured, fighting to breathe. I picked him up, and he just lay there in my hand. In the words of Joanna Newsom...--Last week our picture window produced a half-wordheavy and hollow, hit by a brown birdwe stood and watched her gape like a rattlesnakeand pant and labour over every intakeI said a sort of prayer for some sort of rare gracethen thought I ought to take her to a higher placesaid: "dog nor vulture nor cat shall toy with youand though you die, bird, you will have a fine view"...--With that song running through my head, I began to see what I had to do... My story wasn't going to have a happy ending, a la Ms Newsom, where...--the dogs were snappingso you cuffed their collarswhile I climbed the tree-housethen how I hollered!cause she'd lain, as still as a stone, in my palm, for a lifetime or twothen, saw the treetops, cocked her head and up and flew-- I had no tree house, my dogs were asleep and not bothered... and this bird wasn't gonna fly anywhere, ever again. And so with a heavy heart, I had to break his neck and end his suffering. I feel so horrible with myself, even though it was the kindest thing to do. I always loved Joanna's lyrics, even though they're pitched somewhere between Narnia and reality (there really is a lot of parallels in her writing and CS Lewis), but I guess I never realised just how... real... :(