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The Hummingbird

The hummingbird flies and flutters fast You could not catch him if you tried So tiny and so little As small as a thimble Feeding on nectar With long thinned tongue Zoom one goes Flying By

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Kabuteng P.Ink K.

Date: 8/20/2010 1:42:00 AM

This is really a sweet write! Enjoyed reading this and it's just too bad that I don't see hummingbirds here-- nikko ;)

Poet Destroyer A

Date: 8/19/2010 6:19:00 PM

Libbe, i once caught a hummingbird on my 11th birthday, it was sad i was young put it in a shoe box, and it died.. Ever since than i love the beauty behind their mystery,, enjoyed your poem,..p.d.

Diiamond Rich

Date: 8/19/2010 8:07:00 AM

Enjoyed this interesting piece of poetry you have written here. Also, will have to read more of your work as well. Have a great day

Tobey Hill

Date: 8/19/2010 7:41:00 AM

I counted 12 at my feeders last night..nice write...TAH