Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Tag: cats

SWAMPIE

The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:45pm

We have one remaining black & white tuxedo cat

Who came from the wrong side of the tracks

scooped up one rainy night

as a case of mistaken identity

by My Son (Who thought He had Mumbo)

& was brought to Our Doom (typo I should keep)

in Shelburne

She, Swamp, with the dishevelled tail

She holds so high

now resides

in Our Hawk Dining Room

sitting up on The Marble-topped Table

amidst tarnished silver candle sticks —

She favours gazing out

The Big Arched Window

to The Sea

& taking Her Meals

alone

SECURITY two

The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:55pm

I live a privileged life

with a daughter in The Caribbean

& a son out West —

My Family is taken care of

& I am secure in My Wind-proof House

with seven well-fed cats

& a candle on The Living Room Table

MY PRO-LIFE PROFILE

The Hawk Queen Bed 10:22pm

“Hey Everybody!  This is God

yes, G-O-D

One of You, All of You

here, as always, to tell Us

We have a correction to make —

in case You were wondering

I am female —

52 years old in Body

infinite in Mind:

Caucasian North American

with a psychiatric history

not permitted to carry a firearm

but I can wear a bullet-proof vest

to guard My Castle-by-the-sea

where I live with My Husband

the very popular Dr Blair

& My Daughter, the very beautiful Eliza

& seven cats —

I’m not kidding around —

on March 31st, 1993, after four days of no sleep

induced by the death of My Mother

I had The Shower Of Silver Lights

crash down on My Head —

I thought I was The Second Coming Of Christ

but I didn’t want to give Christianity

that much credit

so I simplified My Title

My Essence

into Those Three Little Letters

& no, I don’t knowingly control the weather —

it controls Me

& yes, I believe in eternity

& The Sacredness Of Human Life

OR I WOULDN’T BE HERE!!”

 

“It’s Time To Hear My Rallying Cry

to sort out Our Miseries

Organize

Our Desires

Our Abilities

forget Our failings

Uphold Honesty

for where has Honesty

gone?

 

It’s Time To Apprehend

My Leadership —

I offer up My Self

for I am One Human

Who has seen The Light

& Knows It To Be

The Light Of This World

Our Precious Little World”

 

 

PORTRAIT OF A CAT

The Hawk Dining Room 5:20pm

Cami, My Husband’s Ginger Calico

— petite —

sits perfectly on the window sill

looking at a figure walking

up a neighbour’s drive

while I look beyond

& above

to The Windswept Swells

rolling into shore

STAR SCAPE PART II

The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:25pm

I have re-visited

My Dark Doorway

to remember Those same wavy

strings of Cat Hair

— and dust —

now that The Snow Particles

are gone

What’s left

but Dark Matter

composing

the majority of material

making up The Scape

of Last Night’s Stars?

BLACK AGAINST WHITE

The Tomato-coloured Couch 8:20pm

I opened My Kitchen Door

to the snow-laden deck

My Black Cat Astro sat

against the white

to think

— crossed the step —

I saw stars

on His Back

GREY MORNING

The Hawk Queen Bed 9:00am

I hear the roar of The Cape

through Our closed bedroom windows

a deluge of rain last night

leaked through the front door

I’m sitting in bed

waiting for Hunter

to bring The Coffee

He’s already fed

The Cats

VENISON VIEW*

The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:55pm

Deer Trio Out Back

Stealthily Graze Well-marked Path

I Join Transfixed Cats

*title by WHB

BLACK ON BLACK

The Hawk Queen Bed 9:56pm

My Big Black Cat Astro

is stretched out, asleep

on a black velveteen mat

with only 2/3 of His Tail showing

on one end

& His Resting Head

& 2 paws — 1 stretched out —

on the other

OVERLAY

The Hawk West Desk Window 10:22pm

Our Dry Skin Is

The Star Dust Of Our House

The Cats’ Dander Too