Out of righteous anger
I hit a rabbit on his head
Because he bit his brother.
His left eye protruded,
Bled white and red;
He twirched in pain
And looked at me
As if to tell me who I am.
I twitched and turned,
And then stood freezing
For in the the oozing red
Was wriiten
The story of immortal crime.
Raveendran N.V.
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-story-14/