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| A DAY IN THE LIFE OF AN AMERICAN HUMMINGBIRD |
| Poems Page 2 |
| HUMMINGBIRD HAIKU'S |
| By: Gene Murtha (NJ) |
| we dance the garden wings glisten on a hover swish! dawn awaits ~~~ a breeze skips on by at sixty beats per second I can hardly think ~~~ days come as I drift drink nectar from a fountain flowers in full bloom ~~~ buds are opened wide children play in the backyard writing poetry |
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| Sitting in the arms of dawn, never knowing what to expect- I noticed a creature foul & vulgar; a Carolina sphinx, I thought? Hearing a squeaky chatter, eyes widen, brow pulled away, sun shown down- "A gleam of iridescence had come to our town!" Jumping up, upon both mine feet- not believing this to be true? I yeld to the kitchen; my wife, my wife! "Come quickly, Come quickly, I declair," Come witness this garden sheen. Seeing the wild glare in my eyes, she know it had to be true? We both stood there watching the tiniest of bird back up & thru the throat of a flower. Both agreeing this creature must be a fairy, So we asked: "Will you grant us a wish?" Thinking that is what we're supposed to do, then realizing our mistake, the creature hovered red faced, both saying we're sorry, turned and ran away. Then he spoke to us: "I'm not angry with you, he roared!" |
| A FAIRY IN THE GARDEN |
| By: Gene Murtha (NJ) |
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