I have killed them
Their blood surely
On my hands
Murder it was, definitely
Watching them die helplessly
Tried my best to save them
I did all I could
Stood bewildered watching
Hearing death’s deadly tune
I paced the floor up and down
Changed waters by the dozen
Care and medicines
None withholding
But nothing I did
Could save them
Three mates were they
An incredible trio I must say
When morning broke light
There remained but two
There was panic in their world
As they circled the slain
Coping with their pain
Sadness unfeigned
Watching them experience
The loss of breathe
I experienced death
As I helped with the funeral
Nagging thoughts unfolded
Cold hearted murderer
Was I not responsible?
Was I not the killer?
Was it not my water they drank?
Swum in my tank
My food eaten and air taken
Was I not responsible?
Was I not the killer?
I watched them looking at me
Their gait greatly reduced
Lethargic, unusually quite
No appetite, unseduced by food
Didn’t take that as a sign
As winter fast approached
With playfulness all but gone
I thought t’was the cold
What else could be but the chilliness?
It shrivels all to the bones
But those tiny powerful eyes
They kept staring
Recollecting good times
Memories reminiscing
Maybe pleading
To be set free
Maybe foreseeing
Changes in their destiny
The noon-day sun
Burned dim
The clouds cast their spell
She had suddenly gone still
I rose with panic under my belt
Knocked on the glass panes
Shook with might to inject life
Circling around their home
Sensing loss in the fight
What should I do?
How should I be?
The breathe all but gone
Final moments prolonging the pain
Helpless about helplessness
Every breathe now tedious
Nothing I could do would help
I turned my face
And she was gone
Ha, ha mocked Macbeth
You too now have blood on your hands
Only the big man remained
Golden glistening skin
Majestic in stride
He is powerful, he is a fighter
He will surely survive
Overcome cruel fate
The sun disappeared
A shroud of darkness
Blanketed space
Humans light a million suns
Pushing darkness backwards
The big one had suddenly gone cold
But I could do nothing onwards
With a heavy heart
I watched till I could watch no more
Eyes closing, I went to sleep
I woke up as the sun rose strong
Rested through the night
Drove darkness at dawn
I turned to see
Behold he too was gone
I paused as I gazed through
The window panes
One last time
Was I responsible?
Was I their killer?
Three beautiful creatures
Gone now, all dead
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