The Hawk Deck 7:19am
EYE have been held in a trance
by The Birds, The Rooster
Their Song on The Air
The Silver on The Sea
and My Successful Adjustment
to the sleepless effect
of going off My anti-psychotic medication
four days ago
The Hawk Deck 8:40am
In the early to mid morning
the domestic call of The Rooster
cackles through The Scrub Spruce
from one road over
& delights My Humour mixed
with the wild clucking
of Our Local Bird Life
I so dearly love
The East Side of The Hawk House 10:56am
EYE have heard The Call
of The Brown-headed Cow Bird
perched upon M(EYE) car mirror
He is the very essence
of falling droplets
and His Liquid Melody
plop plop
excuses His Actions!!
The Hawk Deck 9:00am
The Silver off The Water
crashes into My Eyes
loosely glinting on Its Southern Edge
I hear The Morning Birds
out on My Deck
with the screen open behind Me
hearing the water kettle on
for Our Second Cup
The Hawk Corner Room 7:07pm
Olly The Gull
came from His Nesting Grounds
on The South End of McNutt’s Island
stolen by Me
in My 13th Year —
raised on bread and milk
taken up to The Island House Rooftop
and told to fly
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 1:22pm
Three birds landed in My Scraggly Apple:
two Starlings and one smaller greyish-brownish variety —
and dropped to the yard
into high grass needing cutting —
but there I saw through the grass
the smaller unknown open His Mouth
and The Starling nearest popped something
inside — I saw this
three times
before The Threesome flew off
and left Me
to tell My Husband
as He came home for lunch —
when My Husband was done
eating His Bagel
He looked out back and was able
to see a return of The Starlings
to the opposite section of Our Yard
whereupon The Youngster
almost hidden by grass
opened His Mouth again
and got fed some more
The Hawk Deck 7:55am
Could there be a mate somewhere
to the little bird who died
last night?
Could that bird in The Scraggly Apple
who remained silent
as I watched Him or Her
be at a loss now
for its survival?
The Hawk Deck 9:32pm
I just tossed a little dead bird
off from the bank
where the X-Miss Tree lies
— a capture of Cami —
Who is provided a bell
but which the little dead bird
couldn’t hear
in its sleep
The Hawk Portico 2:25pm
There was that time —
too long a time —
when I would not get dressed
would lie in bed
and wish the worst
upon My Self —
–
Now if I choose to wear
My Pyjamas all day
it is simply because
I am enjoying My Leisure
My Bird Song
and The Waves
The Hawk Deck 7:54am
What is it
in the crashing of waves
that makes Peace come to Mind?
It it the accompaniment
of morning birds
or is it sitting in My Chair
out in the morning air
of My Life’s Domain?
Joanna Gilman Hyde 