Murder in the Woods

Well, this week and last week have been interesting so far, but alas, nothing that would amaze or astound, or even provoke certain thoughts or emotions, which of course leaves me to simply give a poem of some length and not much creativity. Enjoy!

In humblest light did that raven call,

As if to speak of the dangerous fall,

He said it hurt those that felt it not,

There was none to see who was caught,

The Bear had more to say on the matter,

He had smelled that it was the hatter,

Who did show him the clue to who had done,

The terrible deed done against the seeing one,

And yet the lame duck was the rescuer,

For he could climb the trees without skewer,

But what was an oddity to the fox and cow,

Was not why it was done, but how,

Squirrel said he hear the criminal in the breeze,

Despite being born without ears or tease,

Rabbit caught the culprit but stuttered him far away,

Boar was there to watch it all, but he is the one who in blood lay,

Turtle had given chase to the fiend but all was lost,

For here today hawk was forced to pay the cost,

And in that softest of whispers from horse did lie,

As the lark did hear the song and heave a sigh,

All were accounted for except the one who was sought,

For who suspected that the snail had been bought?

Laid to rest that poor beaver was at the babbling brook,

As the quail gathered flowers to mourn those murdered by the crook,

Although the one to escape the dreaded gallows was not of the wood,

But rather he was the flighty young sparrow with only his ebon hood.