The Hummingbird
“Beware…the beauty of the flower isn’t always as it seems.
If you choose to partake of the sweetness of the nectar,
your fate may be sealed”
A hummingbird flew in my yard, ‘twas in the early morning hour,
hovering o’er my garden blooms while searching for the perfect flower.
Flying ‘round the bright array, he caught sight of a fresh pink daisy
facing towards the morning sun; the flower’s essence drove him crazy.
Coming near the fresh pink bloom whose dew dropped petals seemed quite rosy;
nearer still he couldn’t resist the fragrance of this scented posie.
Drawing close to flower’s bud, his senses like a sweet detector;
placing beak into the bloom the bird began to sip the nectar.
Motionless above the plant until his needs were fully sated;
belly full he moved away not knowing that his time was fated.
How was hummingbird to know the poison of this flower’s honey
soon would lead to his demise, and thus his day would be less sunny.
Satisfied the sleepy bird, into the morning sky, went flying,
poisoned, and his fate was sealed, the hummingbird would soon be dying.
October 11, 2019
Copyright © John Gondolf | Year Posted 2019
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