A DAY OF DYING
by Joanna Gilman Hyde
The Hawk T.V. Room 12:38pm
I got enough sleep
Not The Sleep Of The Dead
still in My Pyjamas
She seems to want Me
close —
My Daughter’s Cat
I tell Her “It’s OK”
I pet Her “It’s All Right”
She gives a breathy mew
& lifts Her Head
to Live
Joanna Gilman Hyde 
Those are very sad days. I’m sorry, Joanna.
The Death Of Abby has left Me feeling stronger, more capable, and profoundly rewarded.