The Tomato-coloured Couch 8:22pm
I’ve seen another Galaxy
end-on in the crumb-laden
line of frosting off a piece
of Carrot Cake —
contained in a clear plastic box
I held
with My Barbie-Band-Aided fingers
from when I sliced My Left Index
& where Astro scratched
My Pinkie
The Hawk Queen Bed 10:25pm
Tonight I’ll tell You
what I don’t hear:
the peepers & the waves
are closed out
by south windows shut
against a breeze too cool
— the north bathroom window is open
partially
but not a breath of sea
comes through
— an elderly cat, encouraged
to stay on Our Bed
& purr
has refused the invitation
All that’s left
is Hunter rattling
the spherical wire
inside His Jug
of night time protein drink
consumed
The Hawk Deck 1:25pm
I have moved away
from My Childhood
into the backyard
of Maturity
where birds occupy My Attention
& a southerly breeze ruffles the hedge
behind My House
I look to The Sea
while The Indoor Cat
— an older one —
briefly visits
The Hawk Dining Room 7:35pm
Black & White Swampie
Sphygmomanometer Bound
Curls Cat Over Cuff
The Hawk Outpost 6:46pm
The Clouds Tonight
look like The Face
of Jupiter
undulating as They do
like waves
on an incoming shore
variations of grey & blue
hover over
My Yard
where Our Biggest Cat
Astro
sits to listen
to The Birds of Evening
while The Sky sits
above
The Hawk Outpost 3:10pm
It’s A Nova Scotia Day
— I Can Tell Just By Looking —
The Wind Is More Than Brisk
Waves Are Breaking
Farther Out
Amidst The White Caps
The Air Is Clear
& My Big Black Cat Astro
Wants To Come In
The Hawk West Desk Window 12:30pm
I just made a bed
for The Procreation Of Humanity:
I spread out a dark brown bottom fitted sheet
and picked off The Galaxies
stuck there —
I overlaid the top sheet — dark purple
tucked it under the queen-size mattress
& filled the matching pillow cases
with very old pillows
The Comforter went over last —
old too because of the occupancy
of cats
The Hawk Queen Bed 10:00pm
Tonight I saw a Nebula
of cat hair against a mat
black by the front door
with a Crescent Moon
of shedded cat claw
among the detritus of outdoors
tracked in
and as I contemplated from above
My Spectacle of Space
a fat cat came along
and sat
and sat
The Hawk Corner Room 1:15pm
Do My Cells Know
I Am Exhibiting
“A Failure To Thrive” —
Do They Know I Have Not Eaten Lunch
& That I Cannot
Possibly Take The Cats To The Vet
Tomorrow
For Their Annual Inoculations?
Joanna Gilman Hyde 