Dead Carion Eaters

I saw a crow today. A dead crow. In a plasic packet. Dumped beside a pile of rubble. Near the kerb, where the pavement meets the road. Felt like it should mean something deep and possibly morbid about the world and urban life and decadence, or maybe just hygiene and the lack thereof, exhibited in the city's habit of blatantly displaying waste products and dead animals on the streets. Something. Anything. But in the end, it was just a dead, not-yet-decomposing bird. Would have made a creepy-yet-cool snap though.