They spotted it one morning. Lying on its back with feet up in the air. As if riding a bicycle upside down.
'Is it sleeping, ma?'
'I don't think so'
She did not know if her son understood what death meant. She did not wish to lie to him. Nor did she want to tell him about god, heaven, hell and after life because she was not sure where she stood on such issues.
'I think the bird is dead'
The little boy nodded as if he knew.