Hummingbird

Hummingbird

Feeder hangs empty.
Buzzing hummingbird seeks food
for tiny belly.

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The feeder sits empty,
a chore not yet accomplished,
not yet in the rhythm
after being away.

The feeder hangs 
beyond my reach,
requires retrieval of both
ladder and nectar.

Sometimes it’s too hot,
sometimes too wet,
sometimes I’m just
tired. 

Tiny bird body
buzzes from one feeder
to the next,
searching for sustenance.

I see the need.
But still I sit,
tied to the chair
by my own buzzing busy-ness.

Tiny bird body
tries again.
The buzzing
feels frantic.

This time, I rise
from the shackles 
of the chair
that binds me.

After all,
what is more important
than the hunger
of this one tiny being?

Was he watching?
Did the sweetness
of the nectar
fill the air?

Within seconds,
tiny iridescent body returns,
dips his beak
again and again.

Vibrancy lives in you,
little one.
Bright, quick, sweet —
la dolce vita.

Messenger of joy,
sate your hunger
here.