Who The Killer? Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

The night was frosty might
The winter it is cold enough
In the dawn with some laziness
Tried to sleep further more
Where sleeping within blankets
A great joy of sleep enjoyed
Somewhere I heard the noises
The quarrels it seemed to hear
It was the crows that cries
The comrade lost somewhere
A martyr more in the group
Their team spirit so high
Here and there they sat and cried
The mourn of death so loud
Somewhere their dear one lost
The culprit yet to detect
To make the defense in union
The beaks were kept ready for
Attacking the killer suddenly
But who is the murderer they cried
At last I traced the compound
There I found the carcass of crow
Partly ate and feathers spread
The cries became so aloud, aloud.
Mistaking myself the killer
One or two crows tried to attack
In my head with ferocious look
But they were mistaken the identity
The murderer was hiding in Bushes
Fearing the attack of crows in unity
It made its own hide out in Bushes
Who the criminal I found there
With a guilty look mewed and mewed
It was my pet domestic cat the beautiful
He did the criminal act of murder
What I can do it in such a time
Slowly it came and sought refuge
In silent steps I walked to home.
Sometimes committing crimes by dear ones
What the justice we becomes perturbed.