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 Kitchen Outpost 6:29pm
Our Back Yard houses
one lichen-covered Scraggly Apple
looking like a swath of coral
showing off any bird
deciding to perch there
by the deck
and beyond the kitchen
sliding glass door
from which I gaze
out to Our One-tree Yard —
source of My Undying Affection
The Hawk Queen Bed 7:36pm
I watched a crow peck
the remaining shepherd’s pie
from last night’s supper
The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:38pm
A Brown-headed Cow Bird
has taken a fancy to My Car Mirror —
with binoculars from My Upstairs Window
I watched Him preen
in front of His Reflection
for minutes elapsing
until He crapped
and a cat
scared Him away
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 2:15pm
I saw a black-headed Grackle
atop My Scraggly Apple
as I put together
a shepherd’s pie
and stopped
to watch
His Darkness
against The Sky
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:28am
I wake to the sounds
of the ocean —
a distant Willet
and local gulls
It might be six
in the morning
but I am afforded
the luxury
of lying in bed
until 7:30
Joanna Gilman Hyde 