Watching Hummingbirds Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Hummingbird feeder swinging gently in an evening breeze,
awaiting little hummingbirds in need of some sustenance.

Every once in a while, one will come for a quick refresh-
ing drink, then go sip nectar from some orange honey
suckle blossoms, being careful to do them no harm.

So unlike human hands, breaking or cutting the flowers
from a honey suckle bush, causing irreparable damage,
just to taste the nectar ourselves.