I rose from bed this morning,
this morning I did rise,
And before the day had e'vn begun,
an urge to close my eyes.

But the light through the window beckoned,
another chance today,
To change it into something,
that'd make a better play.

At a table with some coffee,
gearing up for work,
When a hummingbird like a dart shot by,
poked by invisible fork.

He hello-copped the feeder,
I think he winked at me,
as if to say, "I drink, you blink,
and then I speed away!"

Another sip Sumatra, another sigh I sigh,
Again he buzzes by bejeweled, an iridescent Sprite!
Acrobats, contortionists, have nothing over him,
Pearlescent tiny hoverer with scapulas that bend.

At eight bells now it's time to leave,
I lift my landing gear,
So long sweet things reminding me,
that beauty lives near here.

Sara Fielder © May 2022