The Rook

September 2, 2012

Follow me
Down a spiral staircase,
Crafty bastards
They won’t ever catch
The two of us
We blend together
Like two shades of
Pale yellow:
In the sunlight.
You tell me to
Cover my tracks
But I never leave any.
I am the Rook,
Not the tower but
The carrion hunter,
Sleeping beneath the
Nose of everyone
In the room.
Let my feathers be
The only evidence
Of my presence:
Green, blue, and black.
Your only mistake
Was to let me go.



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