It was that overwhelming juncture when I was confronted with all I had done.
Over there was one of Earth's very own creatures … in its own private moment of quiet solitude and reflection. This small one, enjoying the brilliant gift that is life for one brief and singular instance in the whole of it's "mine, mine, MINE!", fish-snatching, mussel-nabbing, fight-for-survival existence.
Over here was I … camera in hand, stalking it like a ruthless hunter that was heedless of the last rhino.
Here was I disturbing, and probably ruining, the one chance it had at a nano-second of true joy in its, otherwise miserable and wretched, life that was fraught with daily peril, drudgery and the butts of other seagulls who had just nabbed its lunch.
I slowly lowered my camera … coming full face to the knowledge of my reprehensible actions towards a fellow being.
Fortunately, I was able to overcome my momentary insanity before it flew off