HUMMINGBIRD   


 Wings fluttering so fast in sight, 


 Yet hovering in one place, a color so bright.


 Small as they are yet fast they disappear,


 Where do they go when darkness is in the air.


 Searching for nectar in flowers of a tubular shape,


 From here to there, they move swiftly to anyplace.


 Mysterious they appear, like no other type of bird,


 When they pass you by, slightly they are heard.

                                  Keith Garrett