THE HAWK MUSKRAT POND
by Joanna Gilman Hyde
April 5th, The Hawk West Desk Window 10:50pm
Tonight I Hear The Peepers First
A Sound I Hold So Dear
Heralding My Spring To Me
Allaying All I Fear
Such As Death
So Near To Me
I Read Of Just That Fate
For One Guy F. Tozzoli In New York
Who Permitted Me To Paint
Joanna Gilman Hyde 
Wow, your work in rhyme is lovely!
Thank you — do you think “in New York” is necessary?
I like it in, yeah.
Thanks, I’ll leave it.
Death is ever only a few breaths away. Enjoy and share with your loved ones.