The beloved owls
are suffering
its of course because of you
judgement being not so sound
unthinkingly what you do
is cause
a great malaise
to fall
on those of us who
take
a mouse a vole a soul
that might have been awake
if that soul died of poisoning
administered by your hand
then of course when we consume them
we feel, none to grand
it rocks us to
our very core
and consumes us with its power
that sickness overwhelms us
and we too within the hour
are crippled with exhaustion
stripped ourselves of life
its as if we had committed a sin
too
for the strife
envelops us completely
and as we sink into
oblivion
the rainbow bridge
comes vividly into view
the mouse I ate was certainly
the last mouse
I will see
for the poison
that had killed it
has now just murdered me