My two cocks
being my recent possessions
whom I thought to be harmless
turned violent in the morning.
The boisterous one
loitering in my lawn
caught hold of a squirrel.
Holding it in its paw
picked it with its beak
ripped open the skin.
The squirrel squeaked
finally, let out a cry.
I rushed to the spot.
Before I could reach
the squirrel had died.
The tranquillity, I experienced
the day before has turned into a turmoil.
I am disturbed.
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