The feeder's full; the hummingbirds
Have likely flown away
To find a better climate
For their wintering foray.
I've read that they fly solo,
Not like others, in a swarm,
To Mexico or Panama
In search of someplace warm.
I wonder how they fare in flight,
Their frenzied wings a'blur
And what they do if storms or winds
Or hurricanes occur.
I'll take my feeder down and dump
The sugar water out
And hope next summer once again
I'll see them flit about.
Copyright © ilene bauer | Year Posted 2016