I once walked in the woods I came accross a large flock I shot once at the crowd and three lives became still a fourth bird was struggling and i folded its neck I once met a kitten it was not interested in me i stalked it around it kept running from me I picked up a spoon I cornered the cat I gave him a thrashing then i went back to my toys I once caught a lizard I held it flat on its back I aimed an edge of metal and crushed my captives neck I had no reason or motive I smiled that is not me! that is not me! that is not me! but... once... it was
Interesting work. Most people don't delve into the dark side of their personalities, the way that you do in this poem. Good work! (And don't kill anymore animals; bad karma! JK!) Peace and love
