The Yellow Little Bird

A yellow bird with a yellow bill, Moving his wings like God had willed. Going up and going down, Moving like he is bound. He moves with a super speed, Like he is really at need. But simply he is only a hummingbird. Looking for food in that, Bright red feeder. I sit for hours and hours watching him. Yet the one question that I ask, "What are the color of your, Wings, My Little Buddy?" All I can do is stare trying to see. I am mesmerized by a little bird. He flys close to me, His wings are flapping slower slower, I see they're blue and yellow. He then flys so close to my face, Touches my nose, Flys in circles and circles, As if in a dance, Then he finally takes off, Flying to the skies. Smiling and realizing I got my, Answer but I also made a new friend.