The Hawk Queen Bed 12:55am
The Rooster and The Cow Bird
seem far away
and I am in the hard core
of My Sleep Restoration —
I have slept tonight
unaided
yet I have woken
to sweaty pyjamas
a cat washing Her Self
on My Head
and an urge
to get up
and write
of My Victory
The Hawk Window Seat 7:40am
On this one month anniversary
since seeing My Good Morning Rainbow
and stopping the poisoning of My Brain
I have woken up to The Pair
of Cow Birds
on My Car Mirror —
the first I have seen
of Her
The Hawk West Desk Window 8:11pm
By this time tomorrow
We’ll have a chorus of cat bells
around the necks of five nude cats
(one hunter has two bells already)
after the fact
of one tiny yellow bird leg
a gut the size of a dime
and three yellow feathers
left by Somebody
on My Sacred Deck
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 6:14pm
I missed the cutest waddle
of a mother duck and Her Ducklings
crossing The Hawk Road
while I was zooming
sleep-deprived
to get to The Little Store —
I swerved to avoid the adorable clutch
and got mad at My Self
but not mad enough to slow down
in time to take in
the rare amusement
of Their very serious venture
The West Desk Window 11:25am
Eliza’s lovely little room
was an assignment
for Me to sleep
and By God I slept —
I slept and woke —
woke and slept and dreamed
and tossed off My Love Ring Quilt
and watched The Sun emerge
from The Eastern Waters —
I listened to the early birds
the crows and gulls
and song birds
and yes, the funny funny Rooster
I watched The Sun hit
the wall by the door
and now I am out of there
I have returned to My Husband
and The Cats —
the old dilapidated comforter
the mismatched sheets
and the open window to The West
The Hawk Deck 1:50pm
What Does It Mean
To Be A Bird?
Not Just That You
Can Fly —
You can take care of Your Self —
feed Your Self & Your Young —
(though not Your Young if You’re a Cow Bird)
preen Your Self & bathe
stretch Your Wings & Your Claw Feet
fluff up Your Glistening Feathers & bow
Exclaim from Your Perch —
Yes, Exclaim
in Your God-given Voice
that You are Happy
To Be Alive
Eliza’s Room 5:45am
Oh where does My Cow Bird go
when He goes to sleep?
I have seen Him take His Lunch
from a neighbour’s feeding station —
I check His Return
to My Side Mirror
faithfully listening
for His Watery Warble and Squeak
The Hawk Window Seat 8:25am
My Cow Bird is back
perched on My Car Window
in front of His Mirror
bowing to Himself
as He fluffs up His Plumage
tail out-spread
while letting loose
His delightedly watery chirp
The Hawk Deck 10:01am
As A Child
the call of The Wild Blue Jay
signified to Me
I had My Whole Life Ahead —
when I hear Him now
I am informed:
“Joanna, You have
Your Whole Life
Bestowed”
The Hawk Deck 8:02am
I slept last night
a proper eight hours
for the first time
since getting hit between the eyes
by The Divine Perfection
of My Double Rainbow
@ 6:00am on June 15th —
sublimity enabled Me to go
off that abject medication —
now My Existence
rings as True
as The Call of The Cow Bird
preening Himself
against My Car Mirror
as free as The Rooster’s Laugh
as assured as The Surge
of The Sea
Joanna Gilman Hyde 