Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Jonathan Boo’s Birthday

The Hawk Corner Room 5:10pm

After trying all day

Eye may not have You eating

Out of M(eye) Hand, yet

This evening You dropped

A long black-tipped pinion

For Me to find in the high

Wildflowers — M(eye) only gull feather

of known identification

Gully’s Breakfast

The Hawk Corner Room 6:40am

This morning I woke

To the rap tap tapping

At my kitchen door —

Gully got me out of bed

To be fed a hunk

Of chicken fat

From last night’s supper —

I put it on His Rail

Two feet away —

He grabbed it and flew —

UNTIL

The Hawk Corner Room 5:50am

Eye am given peach

Soft in The East, my birdsong

My lyrical drops

Who’s Taming Who?

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost

12:40 pm

Eye sat before M(eye) Pet

& didn’t wave or wiggle —

Gully’s gaining trust

Which is the key 2 training —

& what kind of person would Eye be

If Eye got close enough

2 grab Him for M(eye) Supper?

Taming Report

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost

10:40 am

Gully is On Deck

Rapping & Tapping His Big

Golden Beak for cheese

PEACE

The Hawk Corner Room 6:05am

The mesh of the screen

Between me, cat and my sun

Is Dragonfly Wing

PALL

The Hawk West Desk Window 10:30am

Random House Unabridged Dictionary 1971

Definition 3:

A PALL (of distaste — my word)

Covers, shrouds, or

Overspreads,

Esp. with darkness

Or gloom

The Hawk Side Door

The Hawk Front Door 6:55pm

A 4″ white gull feather

Breathes suspended

By microfilaments

Of less than a spider’s work —

A symbol of Hope

Peace

Forgiveness?

Love —

Any mushy

Word

You

Like?

Lover/Shyster

My Hawk Bedroom 9:45pm

I’ve been touched

By two men —

One who gives me strength

To alleviate pain

And one who saps me

For my brain

GOOD NIGHT NURSE

 

Curse of The Sun

My Rocking Chair 9:00pm

Oh sun how Eye hate you!

You vile hunk of

Liquid metal

You can rot forever

From your slime —

Eye detest your vulgar

Comings and goings —

Why don’t you ever stay?

What R U afraid of?

Must you stare at me

Day after day

Coming unbidden

Through my West

Through my East

(At least you’re Silver there)

I’ve had about enough of you —

I hate your sleezy guts

(If you have any)