August 31, 2015

A hummingbird
landed at my feeder
during a sudden
and immense
A few tufts of feathers
stuck up on his head,
forming a single, charming cowlick.
After taking a drink,
he puffed himself up,
and shook all over,
like the tiniest wet dog you could imagine.
He cocked his head to the right
and I told him
what I tell all of the birds
that land at my feeders.
You are beautiful,
you are welcome;
I would never hurt you.
He took one more sip
and cocked his head once more
and zoomed away.

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