The Last Squawk






Thread of sound, whistle prints on mind,

Gnaws like word from such ring can fall;

Touch apart, broken one may find

Wheeling echo of that sad call.

© June 2017 Colonialist

About colonialist

Active septic geranium who plays with words writing fantasy novels and professionally editing, with notes writing classical music, and with riding a mountain bike, horses and dinghies. Recently Indie Publishing has been added to this list.
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2 Responses to The Last Squawk

  1. You killed off the parrot! 😥


  2. Tom Merriman says:

    Aw. Sad, Col.
    But good as well! 🙂


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