Eye went to sleep
with the sound of peepers
and when I woke
the morning’s keepers
sweetly tweeted through
the fog —
For All Existance
Eye Thanked God
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 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 Queen Bed 8:11am
The Jay boasts The Song
of My Growing Up
in Valley Cottage, New York
where I played in woods
behind My House
& zoomed up a hill
from The Bus
after school
The Hawk Deck 12:42pm
I Fed The Gulls
In My Signature Dress
in view of conscientious construction workers
& Fed My Husband
a bagel & cream cheese
while He Listened
to The Internet
The Hawk Deck 3:50pm
I looked up from My Knitting Block
to hear & see raucous gulls
excited in flight
one on either side
of a brown fledgling
still squeaking His First Year Call
encouraged by followers behind
& all I could do was wonder
was this His First Flight
heralded?
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 5:58pm
I am drawn
to the outpost window
by the song
of a bird I cannot
see
Joanna Gilman Hyde 