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The Humming Bird
The sunlight speaks, and its voice is a bird:
It glimmers half-guessed, half-seen, half-heard,
Above the flowerbed, over the lawn --
A flashing dip, and it is gone,
And all it lends to the eye is this --
A sunbeam giving the air a kiss.
~ Harry Hibbard Kemp
We haven't had much luck enticing hummingbirds to our yard -- we've only seen one once in the seven years that we've lived here, checking out the bee balm flowers by our front porch. My parents, on the other hand, are hummingbird whisperers, it seems. The tiny birds come to the feeders outside their kitchen window several times a day, every day, every summer. Whenever we visit them, it is such a treat to sit and watch the hummingbirds. I think Kemp's poem describes these miniature creatures to a T. I especially like the second line -- and the last.
(Psst... if you haven't read about the Big Blue Birthday Contest yet, please check out this post.)