Hummingbirds – by Charmaine Candappa
I see the fanning of the hummingbirds wings
Through the window slats
Whirling, swirling, around and around like propellers
Draining the honey feeder.
Sudden flashes of glistening green
Just for a moment these colors are seen
Beaks bending in a feverish pace
Hummingbirds back and forth
From the big Oak tree to the patio
Always in a hurried race.
Charmaine