Hummingbird
While sitting on my front porch
Having my ham sandwich for lunch,
A tiny ruby-throated hummingbird
Flew past my head at lightning speed
I did think it rather strange, indeed,
For I don’t usually hummingbirds feed
Until I realized I was wearing a bright
Red shirt, which he must have taken
For a feeder, he was quite mistaken,
A speed record he was clearly breakin’.
written September 4, 2021
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2021
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