Hummingbird
Beating wings furiously fast.
Taking sips, long it won't last.
A flash of color blink you won't see
The Hummingbird fly up in the tree.
Coming early summer, leaving late fall
migrating for winter as this is her call.
We'll see her again when the flowers bloom.
Leaving again before winter's gloom.
Copyright © Karen Murphy | Year Posted 2014
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