Monday, August 30, 2010

The Hummingbird

Praying on still more
of the sugar and water challis,
the homemade nectar,

it kneels briefly at the shiny,
blood-red throne
swaying just shy of heaven,

a hooded monk on the wing,
it genuflects several times
while vocalizing its disdain,

sips nervously of my offering
and then scuds away without
so much as a blessing, save

for the assurance of its
repeated appearances.

6 comments:

Gillena Cox said...

humming bird--
the thrust of a beak into
pine needles

much love
gillena

Nana Fredua-Agyeman said...

this is great for a hummingbird that keeps coming. Appreciation? perhaps it does in its thought

sandy, from gardenpath said...

So lovely! A couple of the lines just delight me.

Warren said...

Hi Fred - The "throne" is visited so many times in a day I have no idea how many birds take advantage of it. I totally love to watch them, they're very combative with each other.

Hi Sandy - Thank you so much for your comments and you visit!

War

Kristin Riggs said...

This is just terrific. By the way...I'm reading a lovely book (one of my absolute favorites) to my sixth grade students called Walk Two Moons by Sharon Creech. In it, the main character (a thirteen girl) is taking a long car trip to Idaho. :) It is a young adult book, but I highly recommend it to anyone who loves a beautifully-woven story full of heart.

Warren said...

Hi Kristin - I don't know the book, but the name sounds familiar - Creech is a fairly common name among Native Americans here, so I wonder if the book reveals anything about Indian lore, etc. Thanks for commenting!