Wagging your tail around you saw something pretty and wanted it. It had feathers that let the sun shine off them reflecting into your eyes.

You chased it wanting the pretty thing

You caught it pouncing the ground in pleasure

Your jaws tighten on it to secure your new catch

But it wasn't yours

And it never was to begin with

You never meant to hurt it

But you did.

You set it down gently, the pleased feeling stopped short with disgust in yourself

Now it's gone, never to fly around and have the light glimmer off it, never to flap about with it's flock again.

Gone forever because you wanted that pretty thing and were so foolish you let it disappear forever never to be free again

Only thing left of it is the blood of guilt on your jaws left to sink in as your jaws did to the pretty thing.