MORNING SHUSH
by Joanna Gilman Hyde
Eliza’s Room 7:30am
The Waves are subtle
from Eliza’s Room —
even the birds seem quiet
and I didn’t hear the crowing
of a neighbouring rooster
I saw yesterday
on My Way to The Guzzle —
I saw Him with His fine teal tail
and about four red hens
the next road over
from where I could see
the back of My House
and the new window
for where I sleep