The bird broke
when he pecked
“Anatomy of Melancholy”
from my fingers fell.
Closed, it hit the floor.
When the bird spoke,
he croaked, “It’s you I was looking for.
Sanity to dissect. Weary evermore.”
I lunged. The bird soared.
For Jilly’s July Challenge Charley offered the first half of a quadrille (here) and I’ve completed it in blue. A quadrille is a 44-line poem. Charley wrote the first 22 words, and I wrote the last 22 words.
Collaboration: Charley (Life in Portofino) / L.Burton