The Rook's Tale

The rook loved the rainbow.
She left him too soon.
He flew away sadly
In search of the moon.

The moon, but a quarter
And not quite herself,
Hid behind cloud,
Left the rook by himself.

The rook flew on further
But not long alone;
Soon he was joined by
More of his own.

They chattered and cawed
In their clamouring way,
Then settled in treetops
To sleep off the day.

poem © Celia Warren 2013