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| A DAY IN THE LIFE OF AN AMERICAN HUMMINGBIRD |
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| On your throat a spot of red reflected in the light. Metallic green upon your head, tail feathers dipped in white. Bugs and nectar are your goal You search throughout the day. Like a plane, you dive and roll and chase others away. Fear is not a word you know Some say you're not too bright. Dashing, darting to and fro In youth we do delight. |
| By: Dolly (PA) |
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| DOLLY |
| HUMMINGBIRD POEM |
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| Clouds flash and open In a roar, to pour Its liquid content, But she seems unconcerned As her thoughts are only Of the clear nourishment Inside a plastic flower. Just a momentary visit Before racing off To a brushy shelter And her ever-hungry hatchlings. With a flutter and a fluff She�s off again, dashing, In search of nips of gnats For her growing brood; Her perpetually ritual. |
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| LADY HUMMER POEM |
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| Hummingbird Tongue Twisters |
| Fearless fancy flight of flicks and flaps, a fairy flies to feed. |
| By: Lizz Burris (AR) |
| By: Lizz Burris (AR) |
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| Slipping softly, silently for short sips of sugary sweetness. |
| By: Lizz Burris (AR) |
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| To A Hummingbird Lover by Marsha After working all day behind a desk I come home from work and sit on my deck While most people play with their hi tech I know I'm a nerd but what the heck I put on red and clear my mind I'm looking at birds but wanting one kind I wait and watch til I'm sure I've heard The chirp and hum of my favorite bird After dinner all evening I sat and enjoyed The hummingbirds wishing I was unemployed Tomorrow I'll go back to work all wired And hope for more hummers when I retire |
| Submitted by: Dolly (PA) |
| Pretty and perky perched precariously preening. |
| By: David Burris (AR) |