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It is sunny It is raining, it is thundering It is autumn From waking up to sleeping. The leaves are dry and passive And the flowers are dead and inactive Later, it is snowing The neighbors of the inn See the deer pass by All the holy day long And during the whole evening We feel the change of the nerves To welcome the new season Where we are far from the harvest. We can hear from very far away The wind humming in the hay The vibrations are not monotonous Since the hummingbirds of the hills Make their spectacular presence felt And the poets in the imaginary gardens Describe everything that happens In the country where the mass Remains insensitive, benighted and glaikit And where the elected corruptors boast. It is sunny It is raining, it is thundering It is autumn From waking up to sleeping. P.S. Translation Of ‘Les Cantiques Antiques De L’Automne’. Copyright © November 2024, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.

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Nov 24, 2024

Nov 24, 2024 at 10:34 AM UTC

The Ancient Canticles of Autumn

It is sunny It is raining, it is thundering It is autumn From waking up to sleeping. The leaves are dry and passive And the flowers are dead and inactive Later, it is snowing The neighbors of the inn See the deer pass by All the holy day long And during the whole evening We feel the change of the nerves To welcome the new season Where we are far from the harvest. We can hear from very far away The wind humming in the hay The vibrations are not monotonous Since the hummingbirds of the hills Make their spectacular presence felt And the poets in the imaginary gardens Describe everything that happens In the country where the mass Remains insensitive, benighted and glaikit And where the elected corruptors boast. It is sunny It is raining, it is thundering It is autumn From waking up to sleeping. P.S. Translation Of ‘Les Cantiques Antiques De L’Automne’. Copyright © November 2024, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.

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Lawrence Hall, HSG [email protected] Dispatches for the Colonial Office A Station Stop for the Hummingbird Express Hummingbirds buzz the sugar water buffet At this junction for the connection to Mexico I feel I should be wearing a white apron and cap Refills for everyone – and will that be to go? No ideological baggage, no bumper stickers Their maps all drawn for them by an invisible Hand Their simple duties a transcendent joy An ancient mission through divine command Hummingbirds buzz the sugar water buffet Then with a goodbye to summer they wing away

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Sep 19, 2023

Sep 19, 2023 at 11:27 PM UTC

A Station Stop for the Hummingbird Express

Lawrence Hall, HSG [email protected] Dispatches for the Colonial Office A Station Stop for the Hummingbird Express Hummingbirds buzz the sugar water buffet At this junction for the connection to Mexico I feel I should be wearing a white apron and cap Refills for everyone – and will that be to go? No ideological baggage, no bumper stickers Their maps all drawn for them by an invisible Hand Their simple duties a transcendent joy An ancient mission through divine command Hummingbirds buzz the sugar water buffet Then with a goodbye to summer they wing away

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Little, speedy hummingbird, Dashing place to place, And all I see, A smear of green, Zipping by my face. Little, shiny hummingbird, Always flashing by, Your colors bright, Catch the light, Glinting low and high. Little, hungry hummingbird, Flitting by do fast, Dewdrops fall, From flowers tall, You sip from as you pass. Then little, tired hummingbird, Perch upon a twig, Wings quit swooping, Eyelids dropping, Dream of growing big.

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Aug 21, 2022

Aug 21, 2022 at 6:37 PM UTC

Little Hummingbird

Little, speedy hummingbird, Dashing place to place, And all I see, A smear of green, Zipping by my face. Little, shiny hummingbird, Always flashing by, Your colors bright, Catch the light, Glinting low and high. Little, hungry hummingbird, Flitting by do fast, Dewdrops fall, From flowers tall, You sip from as you pass. Then little, tired hummingbird, Perch upon a twig, Wings quit swooping, Eyelids dropping, Dream of growing big.

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Lawrence Hall [email protected] https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/ poeticdrivel.blogspot.com Refilling the Hummingbird Feeder Now here is a bee So anxious for me to be Far away from it

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Jun 28, 2021

Jun 28, 2021 at 11:53 AM UTC

Refilling the Hummingbird Feeder - a mangled haiku and an impatient honeybee

Lawrence Hall [email protected] https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/ poeticdrivel.blogspot.com Refilling the Hummingbird Feeder Now here is a bee So anxious for me to be Far away from it

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Writing things down Feels like Plucking hummingbirds From inside my head And holding them In the palms of my hands In front of me So that I can Eye them Microscopically Then Let them go And finally Finally Exhale

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Apr 30, 2020

Apr 30, 2020 at 11:07 AM UTC

Writing Things Down

Writing things down Feels like Plucking hummingbirds From inside my head And holding them In the palms of my hands In front of me So that I can Eye them Microscopically Then Let them go And finally Finally Exhale

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Two Anna's hummingbirds, dance at the door under the pane, in a mid-morning pour whispering winds, voices through chimes a whimsical picture, woven in rhyme Perched on a limb (just a few yards back) a pileated pecker, with breast of black! foraging sparrows, partners in crime picking out seeds from conical pine A weighted blanket, and dark roasted brew sipped on a rocker, with the daily news the stream keeper watching, fluttering high dipping and darting, at (wild) passers-by Baseboard heaters, comfort the room four months to go, to the April bloom! the afternoon passes, in dense gray fog a sliver of sunshine, catches a log Into the evening, a soft glowing light gusts on the water, gulls take flight crows at a distance, nestled in trees branches swaying, to a south-east breeze Patterns of nature, the rhythm runs deep “those rich forest gems, to the soul they will creep” an archway to heaven, with guiding raccoons look over yonder…the quiet tan moon!

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Jan 25, 2020

Jan 25, 2020 at 6:15 PM UTC

The Stream Keeper

Two Anna's hummingbirds, dance at the door under the pane, in a mid-morning pour whispering winds, voices through chimes a whimsical picture, woven in rhyme Perched on a limb (just a few yards back) a pileated pecker, with breast of black! foraging sparrows, partners in crime picking out seeds from conical pine A weighted blanket, and dark roasted brew sipped on a rocker, with the daily news the stream keeper watching, fluttering high dipping and darting, at (wild) passers-by Baseboard heaters, comfort the room four months to go, to the April bloom! the afternoon passes, in dense gray fog a sliver of sunshine, catches a log Into the evening, a soft glowing light gusts on the water, gulls take flight crows at a distance, nestled in trees branches swaying, to a south-east breeze Patterns of nature, the rhythm runs deep “those rich forest gems, to the soul they will creep” an archway to heaven, with guiding raccoons look over yonder…the quiet tan moon!

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You woo me deep into the ecstasy of your pristine chasteness... where dry leaves of Aspen and Beech and Birch sussurate to the music of a lazy breeze, where Hummingbirds **** in frenzy nectar from the orange glees of the flame-of-the-forest trees, where Hawthorns lure the breeze to weave its vibrance in their domes of green glory, where shrunken streams bask in their white pebbly flourish. Like an enchantress, you lure me to the depth of your rapturous bliss! To say farewell, my heart pains. I leave a beat of my heart to ramble with the roving breeze perennially in your alluring meadows!

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Sep 18, 2018

Sep 18, 2018 at 5:58 AM UTC

the-mystique-trail

A beat of my heart I leave behind

You woo me deep into the ecstasy of your pristine chasteness... where dry leaves of Aspen and Beech and Birch sussurate to the music of a lazy breeze, where Hummingbirds **** in frenzy nectar from the orange glees of the flame-of-the-forest trees, where Hawthorns lure the breeze to weave its vibrance in their domes of green glory, where shrunken streams bask in their white pebbly flourish. Like an enchantress, you lure me to the depth of your rapturous bliss! To say farewell, my heart pains. I leave a beat of my heart to ramble with the roving breeze perennially in your alluring meadows!

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Words I love... jovial clear inconspicuous Bamboozled Incognito opalescent pearly radiant Airy green sprig mushroom Sprite twig nose toes land Sunset deep Vision laughter flame tongue heart hunger cold mold tail rail Grail hand ring sing orange Tangy Sweet scent delicate mysterious deep inside a rose dark hidden within the Mind lights of many colors the layers of an onion peeling away revealing the Pearl inside the oyster... .......... The scent of an orange Tangy Sweet energetic enthusiastic Lively vibrant bright wet sparkling jittery hummingbirds... ...... Acorn Leaf twig mushroom dark deep loamy Earth dig in moist brown worms and moles Growing Seeds tiny things beginnings... ....... Butterflies.. Jewels peacock colors drifting on the breath of the Breeze beautiful gifts tiny angels flitting from flower to bright flower... ...................

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Feb 12, 2018

Feb 12, 2018 at 12:40 PM UTC

Stream-of-consciousness

Words I love... jovial clear inconspicuous Bamboozled Incognito opalescent pearly radiant Airy green sprig mushroom Sprite twig nose toes land Sunset deep Vision laughter flame tongue heart hunger cold mold tail rail Grail hand ring sing orange Tangy Sweet scent delicate mysterious deep inside a rose dark hidden within the Mind lights of many colors the layers of an onion peeling away revealing the Pearl inside the oyster... .......... The scent of an orange Tangy Sweet energetic enthusiastic Lively vibrant bright wet sparkling jittery hummingbirds... ...... Acorn Leaf twig mushroom dark deep loamy Earth dig in moist brown worms and moles Growing Seeds tiny things beginnings... ....... Butterflies.. Jewels peacock colors drifting on the breath of the Breeze beautiful gifts tiny angels flitting from flower to bright flower... ...................

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Me, a teacher of poetry, the idea is insane. Yet I’m here once a week at the nuthouse. Oops. Hospital. A lunch conversation with a nurse. “That old guy, Russell, he seems so gentle,” I say. “So normal.” Russell writes about hummingbirds. “It’s either here or prison,” the nurse says. “Oh,” I say. Actually I’m not allowed to ask about patients. But the nurse, now she’s worked up. “Russell had custody of his granddaughter,” the nurse says. “Uh-huh,” I say. “The mom died,” the nurse says, “the baby was six months.” “Oh,” I say. “To call him *** offender’ sounds too clinical,” the nurse says. I say nothing. “He must’ve bought Vaseline by the bucket,” the nurse says. “Um…” I say. “He ****** that baby every day,” the nurse says. “Three hundred and sixty-four days a year,” the nurse says. “Christmas, she got a holiday,” the nurse says. “Oh,” I say, and I push my plate away. “Sorry,” the nurse says, “I ruined your appetite.” “Not your fault,” I say. “I hate hummingbirds,” the nurse says. “I hate poetry.” I say nothing. “Can a poem be ugly?” the nurse asks. I reach for a fresh napkin, slide it across the tabletop. “If a poem could **** the nurse says, “I’d write one.” From my pocket, I hand her a pen.

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Jul 28, 2017

Jul 28, 2017 at 3:20 PM UTC

Poetry Workshop, Napa State Hospital

Me, a teacher of poetry, the idea is insane. Yet I’m here once a week at the nuthouse. Oops. Hospital. A lunch conversation with a nurse. “That old guy, Russell, he seems so gentle,” I say. “So normal.” Russell writes about hummingbirds. “It’s either here or prison,” the nurse says. “Oh,” I say. Actually I’m not allowed to ask about patients. But the nurse, now she’s worked up. “Russell had custody of his granddaughter,” the nurse says. “Uh-huh,” I say. “The mom died,” the nurse says, “the baby was six months.” “Oh,” I say. “To call him *** offender’ sounds too clinical,” the nurse says. I say nothing. “He must’ve bought Vaseline by the bucket,” the nurse says. “Um…” I say. “He ****** that baby every day,” the nurse says. “Three hundred and sixty-four days a year,” the nurse says. “Christmas, she got a holiday,” the nurse says. “Oh,” I say, and I push my plate away. “Sorry,” the nurse says, “I ruined your appetite.” “Not your fault,” I say. “I hate hummingbirds,” the nurse says. “I hate poetry.” I say nothing. “Can a poem be ugly?” the nurse asks. I reach for a fresh napkin, slide it across the tabletop. “If a poem could **** the nurse says, “I’d write one.” From my pocket, I hand her a pen.

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Enchanted by spring’s rustling whispers ... whistles swirl in the pungent springtime breeze; steeped with a bedazzling cadence heart dancing to a hummingbird’s whirs waves of breath, of little wings waft, whooshing throughout twining honeysuckle lattice a tiny manger beset of hidden gold precious speckled eggs, silver lining of smallest hopes fruits of fruition continuum beheld prize, concealed in interwoven rootlets; potently perfumed flowers while away the waning dark hours; swollen full flower moon waxing yellow,.. heavenly fragrance sweetly-scented suckled nectar the one with eyes of a child, wonder ― hidden inside, marvel in the light of grateful eyes imbibing an unholdable moment's spellbinding elixir ... poetry alive air so poignantly perfumed with blossom moonstruck by spring’s frolicking cadency a reverent moment's edifying intoxication a sobering beauty that just is... someone ... May 2017

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May 10, 2017

May 10, 2017 at 12:19 PM UTC

How sweet the honeysuckle lattice

Enchanted by spring’s rustling whispers ... whistles swirl in the pungent springtime breeze; steeped with a bedazzling cadence heart dancing to a hummingbird’s whirs waves of breath, of little wings waft, whooshing throughout twining honeysuckle lattice a tiny manger beset of hidden gold precious speckled eggs, silver lining of smallest hopes fruits of fruition continuum beheld prize, concealed in interwoven rootlets; potently perfumed flowers while away the waning dark hours; swollen full flower moon waxing yellow,.. heavenly fragrance sweetly-scented suckled nectar the one with eyes of a child, wonder ― hidden inside, marvel in the light of grateful eyes imbibing an unholdable moment's spellbinding elixir ... poetry alive air so poignantly perfumed with blossom moonstruck by spring’s frolicking cadency a reverent moment's edifying intoxication a sobering beauty that just is... someone ... May 2017

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They say there isn't much to live for nowadays but for love and for beauty of the trees and for flowers which remind me of your face and the colour of your mind which only my eye sees. Your lips are the colour of a rose and only when they smile the world feels whole like the cupids with their arrows and their bows they pierce my heart and overwhelm my soul. Like the hummingbird's faithful song your sweet voice can open all doors you make me feel right, even though I'm wrong so my heart and my body are for ever yours. And never before have I loved someone more and I would live for you, die for you or unleash a war.

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Feb 27, 2017

Feb 27, 2017 at 5:40 AM UTC

They say there isn't much to live for nowadays but for love and for beauty of the trees and for flowers which remind me of your face and the colour of your mind which only my eye sees. Your lips are the colour of a rose and only when they smile the world feels whole like the cupids with their arrows and their bows they pierce my heart and overwhelm my soul. Like the hummingbird's faithful song your sweet voice can open all doors you make me feel right, even though I'm wrong so my heart and my body are for ever yours. And never before have I loved someone more and I would live for you, die for you or unleash a war.

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i see the petunias , lilacs and forsythia. the tomatoes , strawberries, grapes and pine cones and the squirrels in my garden and i know God is there and He brings me gifts of flowers and sunshine and butterflies and hummingbirds and sweet, sweet air and i know God is there He lets me play in the garden my garden is my art He brings me lilies and daisies and asters marigolds and sweet alyssum ...memories from grandmas a magnolia and butterfly bushes from my sons foxgloves from a time spent with my precious friend and bittersweet geraniums... memories of my mama's grave... cj 2016

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May 20, 2016

May 20, 2016 at 12:45 AM UTC

my secret garden

i see the petunias , lilacs and forsythia. the tomatoes , strawberries, grapes and pine cones and the squirrels in my garden and i know God is there and He brings me gifts of flowers and sunshine and butterflies and hummingbirds and sweet, sweet air and i know God is there He lets me play in the garden my garden is my art He brings me lilies and daisies and asters marigolds and sweet alyssum ...memories from grandmas a magnolia and butterfly bushes from my sons foxgloves from a time spent with my precious friend and bittersweet geraniums... memories of my mama's grave... cj 2016

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Small, different hues of brown Little black eyes and tiny pink feet Junco Eating the seeds on the ground Inspiring something inside The next day, Clear tubes with red perches Showed off the mix of seeds Waiting for the first customer Disappointed when nothing came The next week, Losing hope Still looking, but not as often Nothing, the one single Junco Gone Then that one day There were two Hopping off the fence Onto those little red perches Draining the tubes of the food That had been waiting for them Slowly but surely More started coming New birds New numbers Sparrows, finches, thrushes, doves New feeders New house Getting the birds back A new feeder Filled with nectar Waiting patiently Now knowing it could take a while And then One day Watching out the window Hoping That one just one might come Then not one but three! All in that one day! Male and female Anna’s Male Rufous Zooming and glimmering Light reflecting off gorgets Creating the otherworldly hues Of purple, red, green In the days that followed More feeders More birds More knowledge Much more learned A new hobby A new love That will continue from that day on Thanks To that little Junco

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Apr 21, 2016

Apr 21, 2016 at 9:13 PM UTC

When the Birds Came(Junco)

Small, different hues of brown Little black eyes and tiny pink feet Junco Eating the seeds on the ground Inspiring something inside The next day, Clear tubes with red perches Showed off the mix of seeds Waiting for the first customer Disappointed when nothing came The next week, Losing hope Still looking, but not as often Nothing, the one single Junco Gone Then that one day There were two Hopping off the fence Onto those little red perches Draining the tubes of the food That had been waiting for them Slowly but surely More started coming New birds New numbers Sparrows, finches, thrushes, doves New feeders New house Getting the birds back A new feeder Filled with nectar Waiting patiently Now knowing it could take a while And then One day Watching out the window Hoping That one just one might come Then not one but three! All in that one day! Male and female Anna’s Male Rufous Zooming and glimmering Light reflecting off gorgets Creating the otherworldly hues Of purple, red, green In the days that followed More feeders More birds More knowledge Much more learned A new hobby A new love That will continue from that day on Thanks To that little Junco

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i tried to write a poem a poem just for You but when i sought to find the words like hummingbirds, they flew! i tried to bake some cookies a dozen, just for You but before they hit the oven we'd shared the yummy goo i tried to paint a picture a picture just for You but the colors all ran out of line like sunlight through the dew i tried to plant a garden wildflowers, just for You but when i'd tilled and sown the soil too tall for me they grew! i tried to find a treasure a treasure just for You but when i looked inside the chest i found a gift from You i tried to tell a story a mystery, just for You but when i lost the villain's trail 'twas You who found the clue i tried to catch some fireflies green starlight, just for You but you smiled, and set the lightning free when i brought my lamp to You i tried to find the perfect shell a conch shell, just for You but all i found were little stars who tickled like You do! i tried to find an angel an angel just for You but when i told her who You were she said "you can't have two" i tried to catch a falling star a wish, made just for You but when i did, You said "My dear, all I've wished for is in you…" i tried to write a poem a poem just for You this time i found all the words to tell the world of You

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Jun 25, 2015

Jun 25, 2015 at 12:47 AM UTC

fragmentedbetastar

I Tried To Write A Poem...

i tried to write a poem a poem just for You but when i sought to find the words like hummingbirds, they flew! i tried to bake some cookies a dozen, just for You but before they hit the oven we'd shared the yummy goo i tried to paint a picture a picture just for You but the colors all ran out of line like sunlight through the dew i tried to plant a garden wildflowers, just for You but when i'd tilled and sown the soil too tall for me they grew! i tried to find a treasure a treasure just for You but when i looked inside the chest i found a gift from You i tried to tell a story a mystery, just for You but when i lost the villain's trail 'twas You who found the clue i tried to catch some fireflies green starlight, just for You but you smiled, and set the lightning free when i brought my lamp to You i tried to find the perfect shell a conch shell, just for You but all i found were little stars who tickled like You do! i tried to find an angel an angel just for You but when i told her who You were she said "you can't have two" i tried to catch a falling star a wish, made just for You but when i did, You said "My dear, all I've wished for is in you…" i tried to write a poem a poem just for You this time i found all the words to tell the world of You

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While the globe crawls as S L O W as my bill is thin, I've got places to go, sunsets to chase and mighty, invisible wings to feed, so bring on the sugar water! Feathers flickering furiously; sweet Jesus! where are my feet? I am BUZZING through today, routes as long as my tongue repeated in an unbroken line thousands of times, *hey, **** OFF, you goon! That's MY nectar! Scram!* Planning my daily rounds, relying on the donations of fans who eye my turf war with childish glee *and I hope beyond hope to see pitcher after sweet pitcher waiting for me* Because neglect is starvation, an end to the thrum of tiny hearts.

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Aug 29, 2014

Aug 29, 2014 at 7:13 PM UTC

misadventuresofcrow

My Life As A Hummingbird

While the globe crawls as S L O W as my bill is thin, I've got places to go, sunsets to chase and mighty, invisible wings to feed, so bring on the sugar water! Feathers flickering furiously; sweet Jesus! where are my feet? I am BUZZING through today, routes as long as my tongue repeated in an unbroken line thousands of times, *hey, **** OFF, you goon! That's MY nectar! Scram!* Planning my daily rounds, relying on the donations of fans who eye my turf war with childish glee *and I hope beyond hope to see pitcher after sweet pitcher waiting for me* Because neglect is starvation, an end to the thrum of tiny hearts.

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All is calm. relaxing and re-energizing in the sun. enjoying the sweet sugar-rich liquid. With no time to spare, Enemies zoom by in a flash! Faster than a bullet But still able to see its distinct wings. Flying over again, Dive bombing, trying to take over. Both take off into the air soaring all around! whizzing faster than the speed of light! Racing high up to the heavens then plunging to the ground at full force! but able to pull back at the last second! gliding swiftly across earth. shrieks condescend between the two! As they fight flying over the land They don't even notice what has happened. another hummingbird lands and enjoys the sweet victorious nectar.

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Jul 10, 2014

Jul 10, 2014 at 10:21 PM UTC

All is calm. relaxing and re-energizing in the sun. enjoying the sweet sugar-rich liquid. With no time to spare, Enemies zoom by in a flash! Faster than a bullet But still able to see its distinct wings. Flying over again, Dive bombing, trying to take over. Both take off into the air soaring all around! whizzing faster than the speed of light! Racing high up to the heavens then plunging to the ground at full force! but able to pull back at the last second! gliding swiftly across earth. shrieks condescend between the two! As they fight flying over the land They don't even notice what has happened. another hummingbird lands and enjoys the sweet victorious nectar.

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