Hummingbird

Of all of Nature's creatures,
One I always have preferred
Is that frenzied and frenetic flyer
Called the hummingbird.


It drops by just sporadically
And flits from flower to flower,
With wings that flap so fast in search
Of nectar to devour.


I always fill my planters with
Bright blossoms blooming red,
'Cause hummingbirds prefer that hue
When looking to be fed.


Yet still, I only catch a glimpse
A few times every season.
They must prefer the solitude
Or have a private reason.


But though they choose to stay away
And only rarely visit,
Those few occasions thus become
More precious and exquisite.


The hummingbird I saw today
Sure vanished mighty quick,
But the smile it left upon my face
Will, much much longer, stick.