The humming-bird
Flies outside our window
We twist our head to look
We like how it bobs and nods
Eager to seek out the nectar
The glass melts away
And for one moment
We fly with it
Darting and whizzing
Keen to catch
Our shadow
We listen for the ring
Of the humming-bird's beak
It is clear
Like rain on a tin roof
We catch it
Remember it like a dream
Our flight is
Printed in our mind
Small spurts of energy
On grey days
We smile and nod
At the blue and green feathers
We are glad the humming-bird
Visited us today
Its beauty and lightness
Filled our mind
Made us hope
And fly
Just like magic.
