So there I stood, with garden hose in hand,
to give the garden greenery its due;
and then, a subtle humming in my ear,
and moments later, she came into view.
Her wings the blur of energy unleashed,
impossible from such a tiny frame;
her curiosity the thing to see,
in her proximity she showed as tame.
And then, at once, she hit upon the spray,
and bounced again, and once more, in delight;
and then she hovered, waving her farewell,
and, at the speed of sound, escaped my sight.
And so, as often as I go outside,
to give attention to what flowers there,
a similar inspection is my hope,
the gaze on me from someone in midair.
Hummer · A Thousand Words