***Davy’s link: https://davydblog.com/
Once upon a mystery,
A crime lacking finesse
Brit’s elite detective, Davy D.
Ever heroic, he answered call—
Though it meant a brief abandonment
Of his mistress, Poetry.
He set aside his pen, thesaurus,
Sharpened mind to glean obscure clues,
Proceeded to amber cordoned-off scene.
The body lay in ‘staged’ position
To suggest a suicidal fall—
Detective D was not amused.
Blood spatter in the wrong direction,
Bite marks far out of victim’s reach…
These he mutely noted with poker face.
Lovely lividity was also telling—
Suggested someone delayed reporting;
Perhaps guilty knowledge on the part of
Spouse who hadn’t ceased to pace.
Detective Davy took him aside:
“Sir, will you submit to queries here
Or shall I escort you to HQ?”
Sputtering, stuttering, the man replied
“Makes no difference, nothing to hide.”
Sweating, he turned for one last look
At crumpled form of once-loved bride—
“It didn’t have to happen this way,
I’d have let her go with the other guys…
Better them, than me, she’d come to despise.”
Detective Davy gave gentle wry smile—
“Love’s complicated, no matter the path,
Death’s road (he gestured to cold corpse)
Is merely a short rocky mile.”
So, what was resolution to curious case—
Malice murder, or maybe new “pop” defense?
I’d ask star detective the decision of jurist…
But investigation brilliant-done, he’s moved on.
Now he’s working out how to fit
‘Xylophone’ amid lines poetic.
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