Hummingbird
Magic is the hum of the tiny hummingbird,
I wonder if they talk, as fast as their wings purr?
Determined to drink, just as much as they can,
building their muscles, for that open ocean span.
Tiny, and cute they fight for the sweets,
sipping all day with that long skinny beak.
Alligator attitude, they attach with no fear,
remembering the course, year after, year.
Soon they will leave for much warmer days,
sometimes you will see, one that has to stay.
Nature tells them, it is time to go,
see you next year, after the snow.
Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2007
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