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.
Copyright © Shirley Hudson | Year Posted 2022
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