They're here, and because it's National Poetry Month......
Gangster Hummingbirds
I came home with a hummingbird feeder
from the hardware store this Easter Sunday
filled it with-faux nectar sugar water
and hung it out at 6:50 PM
at 7:08 I welcomed my first visitor
a drab Anna's hummingbird
tiny, wet, disheveled in the gloaming
looking like a homeless child at bedtime
gladly accepting the sweet liquid alms
then a swaying perch in the maple tree
sitting for a full ten minutes or more
shaking off the rain and waiting. For what?
Pondering this wonderful mystery
of hummingbirds filled my heart with delight.
Monday the little orphan Anna's was gone
the hummingbird mafia had arrived.
Two gangster Rufus hummingbirds appeared
in shining camel coats and scarlet scarves.
Thought I saw polished shoes and toothpicks too
as they drove the little Anna's away.
Seems that when it comes to orphans everywhere
Mother Nature is a cold-hearted bitch
giving no protection to those in need
of sweet nectar and the nurture of love.
Ouch.Where is the land of equanimity and love?
ReplyDeleteNow that is a very good question. It's around somewhere I think.
DeleteNaw, "land of equanimity and love" is Elysium, Nirvana, Eden, Utopia, Valhalla, Shangri-La, Heaven and Paradise.
ReplyDeleteParadise burned.
Your sentence is true "Nature is a . . . bitch"
A beautiful bitch, but one, just the same.
Funny how the lovely things are typically the most dangerous.
Hmmm....the lovely things are typically the most dangerous....hmmm. Wow that could apply in many different ways for a myriad of reasons. I need to waste my time at play thinking about that.
Delete@L.Barker, now I'm going to waste time at work with A.I. and an image of gangster hummingbirds . . . I am curious what you would come up with.
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