She Prefers Real Flowers
they move so fast, at first, I think they are bees
I rarely see a big one, but I did yesterday
I thought bumblebee until I got a bit closer
she was nowhere near my hummingbird feeder
Preferring my real flowers
flitting among my lilies; I watched, in awe
she is magnificent, her colors are iridescent
a bit of green, blue, and a sliver of silver
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