Free Loaders

The nectar feeder is refilled, The humming birds have found it. They dip and dive, compete for space In ecstasy around it. They soar with swift abandon As thought their route preplanned. How they avoid collisions, I cannot understand. Two airplanes flying close as this Would end up in disaster; But they zoom by in narrow miss And just keep going faster. They glisten in the sunlight Like dew-dipped darting flowers. Their rainbow hued maneuvers Keep me entranced for hours. These bundles of bottled energy Stop often for refill. I furnish their fuel freely And never send a bill. By: Joyce Johnson