The other day I was out doing target practice and I had the feeling I wanted to kill something. I picked up some bread and bated some birds to come by. I waited for a larger bird as they’re easier to hit. A black bird came buy and I shot it with my bow. The broad head I had on my arrow went through it’s neck, decapitating it. Immediately as it’s body fell to the ground I ran over and felt remorse. I watched it die. At first it’s feathers were outstretched like it was holding it’s arm out to me. Then they relaxed as the stored energy in the muscles wasted away. It’s eyes closed slowly. I felt horrible. I’m in debt to to world for I had just destroyed a consciousness for no reason other than an urge. I picked it up in my hands. It was warm and blood dripped onto my hand. I can never do anything to make up for this. No amount of remorse will bring back that birds years of life. No praying will make it better. This isn’t a fairy tale. All I can do is hold it. I gave it a respectful burial. I said sorry to he / she. It’s not in a better place. It’s in the worst place one could possibly be. Nowhere. And I did this.