Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Tag: bird life

POEM IN THE NIGHT

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

MY GIFT

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”

IN MY BATHROBE TILL AFTER THREE

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 ROOSTER

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

ALL IS BRIGHT

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 6:20am

I Love The Sun

filling My Kitchen

accompanying the coffee pot

bringing the bird song in

through the screened

outpost window

& filling My Life

AFTER TWELVE HOURS OF SLEEP

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

OLLY THE GULL

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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 FAMILY OUTING

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

WHERE I HAVE THROWN THE WRECKAGE

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

MORNING PONDER

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?