Updated post November 22, 2016
I learnt early about the value of a life. And I learnt early that I was a sure shot with a rifle. They were little birds swooping, calling to one another. It was no problem to draw a bead on one and swing the rifle back and forth back and forth following the looping path one little bird was taking. A sharp percussion and the swiftlet dropped. I walked over and stared. An anonymous red mark on the breast. I lowered the rifle. The other bird swooped back and forth back and forth, calling.

Original Post June 12, 2014
I learnt early about the value of a life. And I learnt early that I was a swift and sure shot with a rifle. They were little birds swooping, calling to one another. It was no problem to draw a bead on one and swing the rifle back and forth back and forth following the looping path one little bird was taking. Then there was a quick percussion and the swiftlet dropped. I walked over and stared. An anonymous red mark on the breast. I lowered the rifle. The other bird swooped back and forth back and forth. Calling.