看到这篇文章，小编不禁联想到日本电影《入殓师》。当初听到这个名字的时候非常担心影片的内容会很晦涩阴暗，看过之后却感触良多，发现它处处流露着对生命的尊重和人生的思考。本文是一篇凄美的作品，是美国国家公共电台（NPR）“三分钟小说”写作比赛的获奖文章。也许大多数人没有想过一篇以“some people swore that the house was haunted”开头的文章却没有任何恐怖内容。就如电影《落叶归根》，无论是人类还是动物，都希望死后能有一个安稳的归处。
Some people swore that the house was 1)haunted. Almost every day for three weeks, we'd find a dead one inside of it.
Bill wanted to chop it down, but Mother said no. “They need somewhere safe to die. Someplace warm and maybe a little dry. It stays.”
The first one we found was a 2)hoot owl. It lay inside the painted blue 3)plywood walls, its face pressed firmly into the floor like it had been dropped from some great height.
Bill buried it behind his woodshed and we all 4)said grace.
That night I saw the owl on a branch outside of my window. It was pale white and almost completely see-through like milk in an owl-shaped glass. It shifted from leg to leg and kept 5)looking over its shoulder. I couldn't see what it was looking for. It was cloudy and the woods were dark.
The next one was a 6)falcon of some kind. Shelby pulled an old bird book from the shelf and we all watched as he turned the pages until we found it.
“7)Peregrine,” he said softly and looked up.
Bill looked closer. That bird shouldn't be around here.
We buried it and said grace, and that night it was on the branch outside of my window. The owl shifted and the falcon 8)ruffled its feathers.
The next day we found three 9)mockingbirds, and that night they were all there on the branch, facing my window.
“Shelby, come see.” Shelby woke up, 10)bleary, and blinked against the 11)windowpane. “Trees,” he said.
I looked, but the white birds were there. They were shining like moons and the dead leaves curled away from them.