First Hummingbird
First Hummingbird
In this time of social distancing,
I fill two hummingbird feeders
and you flutter near my head
eager to feast.
Being in the highest risk category, having at least
kept the silent virus at bay, and thankful not to be dead,
I vow to keep the two feeders
filled as though we are remancing,
and beg you not to fear this mask I wear.
11 thoughts on "First Hummingbird"
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Thank you for this! I miss having hummingbird feeders and seeing those little creatures whizzing about. I don’t think they visit the city very often.
Good thought–making a bargain with God, with the hummingbirds.
Hummingbirds have popped in and out around my house over here as well! Thank you for writing this
Thanks for coming to read my work. I’m trying to get through as many poems and poets as I can, but I do not have the speed of a hummingbird. I enjoy reading your work and I will drop by.
Thanks, Gaby. Your comments are always provoking me to write another poem.
Thank you so much for reading, T. D. The only humming birds I have seen in large cities were dead on the sidewalk after trying to fly through glass.
Brilliant poem. I love how you slip in the detail of the hummingbird fluttering close to your head so that we know your last line, your plea to the hummingbirds, is listened to!
Thank you, Regan. I salute your response.
Love that last line.
Thanks, Melva Sue. Billy Collins suggested that a mask on the sidewalk would be a good symbol for this pandemic.
We had a hummingbird come to the window today and so we made up the sugar water and hung a feeder right away!!
He or she has visited it several, times, so exciting!
The birds in this time of isolation have been a comfort to me, too. Love your poem.