A Humming Bird! she hovers here!
then darts in jet-like fashion.
Fast and fleet in a soundless streak,
I wonder, where keeps her bastion?
This Humming Bird’s in search of flower,
red with nectar sweet!
She stands time still, for what seems an hour,
seeking red red meat to eat.
Zipping here, then dashing there,
so flashing fast and fleet!
And should she find it anywhere,
then! this bird she has her treat!
And always in a hovering air,
I wonder where she keeps her feet?
My slightest move will frighten her,
so silence! is the conduct I keep.
should she mutter ‘’Good morning sir!’’
even then! I shall not speak!
For I was taught to never bestir
the lady, till first the lady eats!
©Marvin Loyd Welborn 2011