Melancholy Rare

Ron Koppelberger

Melancholy Rare

Exhorting remedies of suave chameleon song, by the

Tabby’s table in hypnotic grins and memorizing

Heartbeats in pause, in silent calm broken only by

The rhythm of a small sound, like crows and thrush flittering

In cool feathered hunt, like scraggly whiskered lions

Searching for the beginning of a dream in sleepy

Commune unto the syrups of an icy symphonies borne brilliant

And craving the lizards troth, the snake skin shawls of musical meanderings

And the chrysalis in stasis, waiting for the lyric of the prey,

The purveyor of melancholy rare.