Hummingbird Come HomeA Poem by VelvetPotato
Fluorescent magenta and neon green,
She fluttered with flair for her mid-morning greet, Atop a rounded rim, sipping a fructose drink, Then kissed the petunias with nimble beak, Every June day she came reliably, I grew to know her as my friend, In grace, she swayed elegantly, Yet neurotically, but still an inspiration. Until one morning Her Majesty did not show, As my coffee ran dry and biscuit crumbled, Too early to pack up for Mexico, And her friends' feathers flickered in eager bumble. For one long week she was away, The pit placed and the heart strings twanged, While weeping under the willow, I spotted past the walkway, Her gulping the Red nectar next door, estranged. "Little hummingbird, please come home! The Red nectar is sweet but dishonest; poison! Manufactured dye brings the unknown! Your fate is still Pure and Clear with your kin!" Her head temporarily tweaked, but beady eyes blank, She did not comprehend, was too far away, So I asked my love, I even begged, To tell the neighbor to can that wicked cabernet. He went over sleepily, in beard and White robe, James Meeker in the field, harvesting wheat, "Jim, your artifical nectar has to go, Here are apples from the Grove and Manino's Market meat." Jim put his Sickle down to grab the items, He was cold and cynical, but liked to Bargain, "I enjoy watching the birds outside the den, But will cave if you throw in your infamous mandarins." * * * * * * * * * My hummingbird got to come home. Freed from the Red nectar's trance, She tweeted and hummed in melodic tones, With friends grateful for a Second Chance. © 2021 VelvetPotatoReviews
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