MY PET

by joannagilmanhyde

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 9:44am

Gully is ringed by daisies now.

He stands in the rain

like a lawn ornament

in the grass I’ve grown wild —

His tameness is endearing

with His quizzical head

swivelling to the sequence

of thought —

or is He following

the wonder

animating the field

before Me?