A hummingbird is perched outside
He's near enough to see
How carefully I'm watching him
Likewise, he studies me.
How tiny and so frail, it seems
The wind would blow away
This creature of a loving God
Who sits at my buffet.
With jaded wings and ruby throat
He's gemlike in the shade
And as I watch, he takes a sip
Of nectar I have made.
His thirst now gone, he beats his wings
And flees without a word
To leave me just a memory
Of my guest hummingbird.
(c) 2004, Dalton Hammond
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