I killed a pigeon today. Hit him at 30mph. I named him Paul. I never knew Paul but then I never knew I could feel pain for a pigeon. Crash Bang Wollop I suppose. Seems this is the theme. Oh how the feathers went flying. And he could not turn his head, because pigeons cannot turn their heads. But if he could he may have thought 'Oh, let me fly away and maybe come back later?', then made that pigeon noise as he flew from his demise. Life. You'll never know what hits you, but Paul did...Paul this post is for you! And when I sing that nursery rhyme "Fly away Peter, Fly away Paul' I'll think of you. And because Peter can come back and you can't..I'll feel great sorrow.