Joanna Gilman Hyde

The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:45pm

We have one remaining black & white tuxedo cat

Who came from the wrong side of the tracks

scooped up one rainy night

as a case of mistaken identity

by My Son (Who thought He had Mumbo)

& was brought to Our Doom (typo I should keep)

in Shelburne

She, Swamp, with the dishevelled tail

She holds so high

now resides

in Our Hawk Dining Room

sitting up on The Marble-topped Table

amidst tarnished silver candle sticks —

She favours gazing out

The Big Arched Window

to The Sea

& taking Her Meals

alone