wings’ wild
whir-ring
paused…
black bead-eyes
scan scene
sharp proboscis
points
iridescent avifauna
dips
deeply
of
honeyed nectar
and wishes for dinner companion.
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a poem in my pocket 
Mar 12, 2014 @ 09:25:36
Have never seen one in real nature, only in zoos, aviary and the like. Such a tender, sweetly humorous poem.
Mar 12, 2014 @ 07:09:00
I know how they wait……….. if i am not at home they go hungry and await my arival and always sitting in my kitchen watch me cook and wait for their share…………
Mar 12, 2014 @ 04:37:13
aren’t they remarkable, i always am amazed that you can fit a whole life inside those tiny selves. such delicate legs make my round ones look very over engineered =)
Mar 12, 2014 @ 04:27:44
awww smiles… yes everything’s nicer with someone to share the experience…lovely shot..have only seen one in real life so far..
Mar 12, 2014 @ 03:45:10
I can understand the desire…and he is a cute little guy…I wouldn’t mind joining him for dinner… a very sweet piece.
Mar 12, 2014 @ 00:38:31
I love hummingbirds, and this is such a great poem about them. and an amazing photo! Well done!
Mar 12, 2014 @ 00:02:15
Love avifauna and nectar together. Nice ending too!
Mar 11, 2014 @ 23:51:09
Wonderful format & sounds in your words ~ Hope he finds a dinner companion ~
Mar 11, 2014 @ 22:58:03
I like the organization of your poem and its sweetness!
Mar 11, 2014 @ 22:50:59
Alliteration here makes your poem sing! Nice.