Hummingbird Surprises

A poem about Hummingbirds, that's all.

Hummingbird visitors

In the spring they appear

And their Hummingbird sounds

Take up space in my ear.

I welcome them with treats

Pretty Feeders and such.

But do they nest here?

Not at all, very much.

They are picky little birds

So choosy about food

So choosy if fact

They border on rude.

I plant oodles of flowers

Both vining and not

But their nesting goes elsewhere.

"That's strange," I thought.

So, this Spring I did nothing

I left nature to itself

I did not fill feeders

They stayed on the shelf.

And wouldn't you know it

I have Hummers all around

They've decided to nest

Where food can't be found.

JE Falcon

03-30-2021

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I love the Hummingbird too. Where I live. No-more hummingbirds. They stay away from the cities. I did see them in the Upper Michigan. Less people and a wide open forest. Thank you my friend for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

[JE Falcon]

Thanks for your kind review. --- And as my mother used to say, "Hang a feeder in spring and see what happens." :)

[Coyote Poetry]

I live in the city now my friend. Only the hawks are doing well. You are welcome my friend.

[Patricia Wedel]

There was a time when I had the Energy of a Hummingbird that sipped Nectar from Buds.. now I Sip the Morning Dew from Poetry… Your Words Renew my Vitality… tenderly, Pat

[JE Falcon]

I know what you mean, Pat, and thanks for the warm message. Your words are much appreciated.