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- As I woke, the emerging sun on the horizon shone through my window, the household slept and all was silent. I could hear the birds singing, bringing joy to the world outside.
- I crept from my father’s room, with his gun, leaving him in a dream state. I walked out the door heading to the stables; the warming sun was accompanied with a calm breeze.
- An owl, with big golden eyes, and fiery white feathers, high above on a beam, dawned down on me. I held my breath; urine-scented hay stained the air surrounding me.
- My first shot left him stunned, he swayed. I became afraid of the situation I was in, and the gun was dropped. Death is supposed to be clean and final, not this obscene.
- The owl hobbled in its own blood, closer to me, unable to bear the light. His golden eyes met mine, I saw pain and misery. “End what you have begun” my father said, as he strode to my side.
- I fired. I took one last glance into the owls eyes, new emotions swept through me, ones that I am unfamiliar with, devastation.
- I lent my head upon my father’s shoulder, and wept.
- Owl slept in early sun, for what I had begun.
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