The Hummingbird Moth.

I have just seen the master of disguise

A moth that thought it was a hummingbird,

Hovering at blooms lapping up the Gods own nectar.

And I thought this is me, an imposter at the feast.

Then I heard a laugh on the breeze full of wry humour

And the questioning words in my mind

Asking

Does the moth think she is an imposter?

Does she fly around all day wishing she was a bird?

Then I realised that even as a moth I have a place

At the table of diversity

I realised the one inescapable truth

And that is

I

Am.

Reviews

[paul sal.....]

HI, Sarah.................Yes, we are all rare individuals ,and have a right to live no matter what others may think or say............enjoy the the shore and drink in the life that wants to share you with like minded souls.......................peace

[zainul]

The splendid piece speaks about a wonderful creation that resembles a hummingbird.
The poet also wonders if the The Hummingbird Moth and the poet herself might be imposters.

I like the mind blowing work.

[Sylvia]

Adore the feel this poem gives me. I did stumble a little at 'And that is', but I'm not sure how you could improve that- it might just be me : ) love the message and its deliverance as well. Well done!

[Sarah Courtney-Dean]

Thank you.

[Sarah Courtney-Dean]

I think you are right about the line "and that is" but also like you I do not know how I could improve it.

[Sylvia]

I'm sure it'll come to you :)