A Hummingbirds Tale
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The most magical of creatures, the hummingbird, always reminds me of the grandeur of nature.
Although this poem was written some time ago, I still feel the same way.
A HUMMINGBIRDS TALE
I rode upon a Hummingbird’s wings.
There were no ropes, there were no strings
In a slow blink of an eye,
we slid across a windless sky
arriving before a open flower
like rain dropping from a springtime shower.
We stood still hovering before some captive scent.
There was no cost there was no rent,
as nectar flowed through hollowed tongue
and pollen flaked upon her beak
she moved but little, but soon would seek
another flower’s seductive call, although it did seem
that time stood still at the space in between.
And then like a laser beam she zoomed on her way
to glean the sweet juices of a fresh new bouquet
And as I watched in prodigious awe,
I tried to refocus on what I just saw.
My thoughts grew alive in a meditative muse
in a haze my mind would ask quite confused
how 60 flaps per second in logic could ever occur
as a billow of feathers surged forth like a blur
scouting out a aroma that would claim her attention
Oh by the way, did I ever once mention
While alone with my hummingbird I sensed
a whisper from above
was guiding his creation with mystical love.
C.A.K. 5-10-2014
Copyright © Allan Koven | Year Posted 2017
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