The Dance
Around the feeder
the hummingbirds are dancing.
Naturally, they are just flying and feeding,
just surviving, they dart and hover,
none need to dance
even though this non-choreographed
syncopated air-skimming
looks like a dance to slower eyes.
They drive each other away from the nectar,
even bumblebees, they must feed,
for tomorrow they go to Mexico
and only the strong will make it.
The most nimble eventually
dancing with death all the way.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2023
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