Hummingbird Faerie
She buzzed forwards and backwards and all around
She moves like a hummingbird with nary a sound
We watched in the shadows, feeling reverent with awe.
I am pretty sure that the elves and brownies also saw.
Is she a hummingbird then or a faerie? A gnome asked me.
I was startled, had not seen him in the gnarly oak tree.
Unsure I said as she landed on a marigold with gold inlay.
But she is the prettiest creature I have seen this day.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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