Mysterious Stranger
I came upon him suddenly,
as he paid me no mind.
I mistook him for a humming-bird
of a very different kind.
He was drinking long and deeply
from a flower in my garden.
I gazed at him so raptly
that I should have begged his pardon.
Sated on the delicacy
from which he had been sipping,
he flew from the friendly feed bag
without bothering with tipping.
I was still stunned at the wonder
of the mystery I’d seen
I went inside to Google humming birds
on my helpful computer screen.
There he is in living color,
the picture of the one I saw.
Not a bird, he's a humming bird moth,
I could only gaze at him with awe.
Hemaris thysbe.....his nomenclature,
olive color with red tummy band.
Why I didn’t know he existed
is hard for me to understand.
Now that I am primed with knowledge
I do hope we meet again.
He is only seen on sunny days.
Where does he shelter from the rain?
I’ll know him next time when I see him
and I will be more polite.
I’m planting flowers I think he’ll favor.
He will be welcome day or night.
By: Joyce Johnson
For Gail Doyle's contest "A butterfly's Trail of Kisses." ( I hope a beautiful moth qualifies)
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