A hummingbird hovers making sure its safe
To drink nectar that brings forth
A feeling of heaven’s gate.

A hummingbird’s wings sing as she flies
In between blooms sending scent promising
Just about everything.

A hummingbird’s nest of twigs and things
Babies so small
They are next to nearly nothing.

A hummingbird dodges leaves and flowers
On the hunt of insects nutritious there
Amongst other things.

But you know I don’t think
That I’ve ever heard
A hummingbird sing
Anything.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2013