Every morning as I leave for work my car is covered in bird shit.
I wipe the freshly laid speckles of turd from my car with baby wipes.
I used to wash my car.
But I think what’s the point. When every morning it’ll be covered in shite again.
As I go to get into my car. I hear a chirp.
I look up.
And on the roof. There’s a black bird that chirps in a sadistic way. Tormenting me.
I swear I see it smirk.
I know and the bird knows. There will be fresh shite again on my car in the morning.