Hummingbird - Poem by Marilyn Lott
It happened one day, it was right after noon
Quiet it was, I said not a word
For all of a sudden on my flowers nearby
I heard the whirring sound of a hummingbird.
I held very still, scared to move a muscle
My camera was in my hand
As he flitted from flower to flower
He did not, of course land.
You can see him if you look carefully
In this picture here of mine
Right above the word hummingbird
You will see my sweet delightful find.
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