Joanna Gilman Hyde

The Hawk Out Post 12:29pm

In The Little Wood

behind Our House

The Deer hide

and come out every evening

to feed upon the neighbour’s grain

and decorate Our Lawn with Their Trottings

returning to Their Wood

They know so well

as I know only by Its distant façade:

under clouds edged in darker grey

a bank of scrub spruce

concealing creatures

Who may never know

The Sky