Rook 1
A rook fell down my chimney. Oh, hell
Wings agitated profusely, but it
Couldn’t get away from the dog
Who prepared an ambuscade.
No escape from this tirade.
It squalled for help from the bird
Reflected in the glass, which gave no answer
To our rook’s dismay. And so I
Locked the dog in that room
And pursued the fowl with a kitchen broom,
Out the back door.
And in that moment it occurred to me
That it did not bolt from the lion’s den
But from the lion who sent it to see
Parliament once more,
Despite my effort to release it outdoors.
Once I was locked in with a predator too.
I Never was grateful to be alive
Did I have a broom-woman seeing that I’d survive?
I may resent that I wasn’t saved
But despite my fear, I’ve lived to see better days.
A rook fell down my chimney. Oh, hell
Will it look back and know the terror was for the best?
Will I sing praise for my enemies’ plot?
Perhaps it will, but Probably not
Perhaps I will, but Probably not
Rook 2
A rook fell down my chimney again
It threw itself wall to wall, not knowing the harm it caused
It’s wings fluttered at a slowing rate
It’s beak cracked open and bled down upon its face
My dog brought it to me nestled in blades
Or rather teeth but to prey it’s all the same
She dropped the creature into my hands
So I sent it out the back door once again
I feel guilty for letting it live
Instead of putting it out of it’s misery
I’d like to think that between Maker and me
I’m the first and not the second rook
But Probably not
I should really fix the chimney