I Killed A Rook Poem by Douglas McClarty

I killed a Rook that sat high on a tree
I watched it fall unto the forest floor
It lay still no sound it would fly no more
I killed that Rook lying on the forest floor

The Rooks that now sit so high on the trees
Look down on me I can feel a chill in the breeze
They knew it was me who killed that Rook
Yes he killed the Rook lying on the forest floor

It was neither a friend or foe when I killed this Rook
A life I wasted, shortened, yes it was the one I took
They sit high judging me as they all gather in the trees
Was him who killed the Rook that once flew in the breeze.

The trust I once had with the Rooks in the trees
Is now gone, it's dead like falling Autumn leaves
So now and for as long as I live, they'll never forgive
For I was that man who had the power, to let a Rook live.