Tabbatha Yeatts-Lonske at The Opposite of Indifference
is hosting this week's round-up of poetic goodness.
a hummingbird preens
grace for a gray day
I was at the kitchen sink when I spotted a hummingbird on a rain-kissed leaf right outside the window. After watching for a bit, I called to Jack to join me. I did not want to leave the spot in case my movement would cause the bird to fly away.
So I cajoled, "Jack, come to Grandma. I have something to show you. It's a hummingbird. We have to be quiet."
And he came. And I scooped him up. It took a bit for him to see what I was talking about. But he finally spotted our hummingbird. We talked about his long bill and how he was cleaning himself with his bill. We watched for several minutes, almost holding our breaths, marveling at the beauty just beyond the kitchen sink.