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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 tomorrows trip to Yucatan.

2009 John I. Blair

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