The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:12pm
I have just spent an hour at least
shielding My Eyes from the sun
to watch a flock of Starlings
starting in Our Yard —
heading across the street
in elongated splashes of sparkle
every time They took off —
and matted together on either
roof lines, grass or wires
in Their elusive group-think
I would give anything
to know
The Hawk Beach 11:03am
EYE sat in that
Silver Sun
with The Beach spread
to My Back —
I’d turned an ankle
when looking up
to a flock of birds
gutting the wires
& taking off —
EYE followed Their Cloud
undulating
among the rocks
like a school
of Silver Fish
& when They passed
overhead
I straightened up
to watch
The Tomato-coloured Couch 9:45am
Armed with My Arsenal
of X-Miss Tree ornaments
— 13 silver birds from Wilson’s —
— black balls from Walmart —
EYE spent twelve hours
trimming
& having fun
to complete My Play
from a table pedestal up
rooted
to The Silver Star strung
from The Cathedral Ceiling
suspended
Clyde River, Nova Scotia 2:22pm
I pulled only half-way
off the road on Cape Island
to watch the biggest cloud
of Starlings I had ever seen –
they swooped, as a blanket
over my car & billowed
into a bare tree, decking it
with their blackness, leaf-like
& when they exploded
like fireworks
to mat themselves on overhead wires
I was entranced
Highway 103, NS
both batches of birds
migrate in V formation
over the sun roof
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:13am
Out of
the little dark
hospital room
of 22 years
ago,
sprung
WITCH
Doctor?
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:30am
Out of The Clear
Blue Air I saw
2 Silver Birds, flying
in tandem, & watched
Them across the sky
until They
disappeared
The Hawk Dining Room 6:49pm
Like the flocks of tiny birds
We watched this morning —
there has to be
a Collective Shift —
a Collective Curve
& Undulation
of Our Global —
No — Universal
Perception
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
Joanna Gilman Hyde 