even creepier than emo

my dead-flying-stuff sightings are more bizarre than tearful.

One must consider the odds:
Firstly, the initial sighting was a BRIGHT GREEN HUMMINGBIRD. On 25th Street between 9th and 10th ave! I mean, bright green. Like, super rare and pretty green. It had a blue beak. I thought at first that it could have fallen out of an apartment window or something, but it was not in front of any residential buildings. I have never seen a hummingbird in my entire life. They do not live in Manhattan, or anywhere near.
The second sighting was a dead Monarch butterfly. A common breed, for sure, but I have never, ever seen a dead one before, and certainly not on a city street. Are flying things in New York cursed, you ask? Touche! I saw the butterfly in Philadelphia!
Clearly, these are Omens, and I am being followed by some spirit or guide something. I am willing to believe these are signs. But evil or encouraging? I am so confused.
To truly top off the creep effect, these encounters have coincided with another turn of the tide, and in my own life (which is surrounded by so much embellishment, so many pretty objects) butterflys, birds and things with wings in general but particularly those existing as remnants of the dead have emerged or become apparent as rather the dominant imagery of choice...
I have said too much. Someone/thing is listening...

I guess I am pretty emo.