dead bird

There's a dead bird on the practice field
The word field implies grass of some kind, it's concrete
a literal parking lot
and this birds grave
I have to make sure I don't step on it every morning
But I won't move it either
This isn't the first dead bird here
nor will it be the last
It's death is just an inconvenience
another bump to step over
another corpse to swerve your car around
not in fear for the animal
but fear for your tires
A metaphor for selfishness and my own issues
in reality it's just another dead bird
cursed to live its after life as a problem
a concrete grave
and a futile existence