A SAD LITTLE POEM
by Joanna Gilman Hyde
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 9:15pm
I think I fatally injured
an innocent spider
down in the cellar
cleaning out the kitty box —
did I sweep Him too hard
with the broom?
I think I may have stepped on Him
as He crumpled up and then lay flat
moving only briefly
before I put Him in My Palm
and emptied Him
into the trash