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 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.




Comments

  1. L. BarkerApril 14, 2024 at 10:11 AM

    Ouch.Where is the land of equanimity and love?

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    1. BrianApril 14, 2024 at 1:26 PM

      Now that is a very good question. It's around somewhere I think.

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  2. PfingstonApril 16, 2024 at 8:45 AM

    Naw, "land of equanimity and love" is Elysium, Nirvana, Eden, Utopia, Valhalla, Shangri-La, Heaven and Paradise.
    Paradise 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.

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    1. BrianApril 16, 2024 at 11:02 AM

      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.

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  3. PfingstonApril 16, 2024 at 8:47 AM

    @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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