A Swift Trial

Like a ragged squirrel, restless in the newfound light of spring,
you jumped the gun, shot, no questions asked,
although leaving many in need of answers behind:
Would you have ended it if you had known what a beautiful day it would be?

You spilt blood on a sunrise, too strong to hold the stain,
in the receding clouds, your last act left no trace of reason,
the backdrop you trapped yourself in left us all wondering,
what could have led you here, to kill two birds with one fell stone?