Its telltale whir
As it zip, zip, zags through the air
Searching for a bright larkspur or honeysuckle vine
To drink its sweet wine.
It pauses,
Realizes I am neither,
Then flutters away.
My heart,
Always in awe of the ruby-throated hummingbird,
Flutters a bit too.
This happened to me on two occasions recently. The hummingbird seemed to hover near me and say, "Where's the nectar?"
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