spring season vignette

When a girl was parking her car the other day, she noticed an injured robin near her parking meter. Its wings spread out from its tufty body as it awkwardly crouched in the grass. People on the sidewalk slowed when they walked passed it as if that acknowledgment saved them from doing anything. I'm not saying this robin was a dying child in the middle of the street, sort of. But what is there to be done? The girl thought about it as she went to class. If the robin was still there when she came back then she would slip it into a cardboard box (or if she didnt have that in her car than a plastic shopping bag), drive the bird to a wild animal clinic in Oak Ridge. This was a valient plan, she decided. But when class let out, she forgot to return so that when she finally remembered and got there another hour later, the robin was dead. Now what does that mean?