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A Humming Bird!
She hovers here!
    then darts
    in jet-like fashion.

Fast and fleet
    a soundless streak.
I wonder, where
    she keeps her bastion?

This Humming Bird’s
    in search of flower,
red with nectar sweet!

She stands time still,
what seems an hour,
    seeking red
    red meat
    to eat.

Zipping here,
    dashing there,
so flashing fast
    and fleet!

And should she find
    it anywhere,
then!  this bird
will have 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.

And still!
    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!
~
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©Marvin Loyd Welborn 2011
Revised 6 March 2015