My Frugal Feast Poem by John Collins Areyayefa

I spread my able wings
Come hurrying from North to South
Tossing up little preys
So keen the vision
Powerful the flight

Be on the look
Little humming bird
Melodious songs in hum
Beak pick little feed
Fur hackle
About to be hacked by hawks
Crowned over by mighty claws
He cries for exit
But not there was a narrow escape

Quake here and there
Dancing around pregnant nest
Show mercy if you care
In beauteous song of shoddy plead
Not enough appease
Beg a little further

Birth and death
So much for an early bird
But moat in mere morsel
I shall blink and spare
Another lucky day
My frugal feast
John Collins Areyayefa