I have never seen you.
Those who have, say
Perhaps they didn’t.
Only slight stirring
Of the nectar bottle,
Lily’s coronet
Or orchard blossom.

Marvelous hoverer.
Emerald tear-drop.
Invisible wings
And metronome tail.
Persistent probe
And blood-red throat.
Searching the flower-beds.

Oh, tiny sugar sleuth,
Oh, flashing zephyr,
Flying to eat.
Eating to fly.
Ever humming your
Tune from exotic lands.
Airborne jewel of the sun.

When the bloom is off,
When the days grow short,
When the chill has come,
When the hunt is sparse,
Where comes the power?
For your tropical quest?
Two inches at a time?


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