Joanna Gilman Hyde

The Jays of Valley Cottage

mix with The Crows of Nova Scotia

I could hear Them

before writing

but now that My Book is out

open on My Lap

I hear the swooshing of The Hedge

& guess The Next Bird To Be–

–I have no guess–

–I’m waiting to hear–

a car pulls into a driveway

a neighbour tinkers in His Shed

so I move to The South of The House

–to The Portico–

where Those Waves are a woosh

with Gulls more audible

& now too, a Jay