Dead mice.

The bird's were singing so much today. Standing there, without my headphones, I could hear every one's chirp,skwa, honk, and chickadee dee ,such music! Mocking a bird's cadence turned into whistling of the Beatles "don't let me down" and then eventually scales, arpeggios, to jesu joy of man's desiring to a rendition of caravan and most importantly , the grand finale of whistling.I had an epiphany! I am a real good whistler, really. Does anybody need a whistler for their band I might be available for parties also.
Along the steep climb up the neighborhood street I noticed the strangest occurrence , five dead mice. No bite marks just furry ,cold and stiff laid out asleep next to the curb. Did someone just empty out a poisonous mouse trap at the end of their driveway? Mass mouse suicide?Strange, no?