Pretty Hummingbird
© Ron Tranmer
My wife is a big fan of hummingbirds. I wrote this poem for her.
Pretty little hummingbird,
I can see you in my view,
outside my kitchen window
sipping what I made for you.
Your little wings go so fast
that they are but a blur.
God made your needle beak
to reach a flowers sweet nectar.
You chase away your cousins
who come to join you there.
There’s lots of room for others,
but you don’t like to share.
So they wait for you to fly away
while in a nearby tree,
and one by one, they take a turn
after waiting patiently.
Pretty little hummingbird,
I can see you in my view.
How much fun you bring me.
I’ll continue feeding you
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