Ode To a Hummingbird

I see him Flutter over a rose, then darting to take another Dinner is his first delight, not much tolorace for his brother I see him watching from a distant bush, he stares in silent sweep Then in his swiftest, driving flare, I hear his tiny peep Could he be an impostor, a mighty hawk wrapped in his smallest disguise I watch his feats of bravery, I can hardly believe my eyes With daring determination, he stakes out the richest clam Ready to take on all who dare, he guards his mini domaine A bee battles to take his bloom while buzzing into his View But diving back hard, I can hear the thud, he takes back his tasty menu A neighbor comes to steal his right, a breeze fuffle the ruby plume But the Hummer rallies to resume the fight, protecting the flowering bloom He must sit his nest in turn; for he leaves, then suddenly, he’s back From morning till evening he shares his time, keeping his day on track The morning is when I sit my chair, my attention in stone is cast A rose in bloom and it’s rocking sway, much more than I can ask The hummer is sure to make his flight, before the sun dries the dew He appears as my optics rove, at high speed he flashes through Another day of wonder and awe as I watch from my little home For all good thing must end in time and the Hummers will all be gone