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Hummer Late September

By John I. Blair

As big as my left thumb
She paused mid-air
To size me up,
There where I stood
Inside the kitchen.

Cautiously she perched
On the private side
Of the feeder I had hung
And filled with sugar water
With precisely her in mind.

From where I watched
The only sign she sat there
Was ripples in the nectar
Where her lightning tongue
Shot in and out,

Onloading energy
For tomorrow’s trip to Yucatan.

©2009 John I. Blair

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