Hummin' birb

Ok...not a lot to say here. I will be publishing a Kindle book this summer of just poems. Not action guy, eye gouging, shoot 'em in the face stuff. Poems. Suck it.

There will be a whole series of 'Raindrop' poems, mostly commemerating different phases of my meandering trip south and then east covering stops in Yosemite, Arizona, Tennessee, etc...With no further ado, here it is:

A pollinator’s doggerel

A bumblebee’s course, thrice a day,

To seek nectar on the vine.

A hummingbird he met that day,

Their journey’s oft entwined.

Both craved the Laurel’s ivory bells,

To feast, they vied and whirled.

Each thrust to nobble nectar’s swells,

A duel of wings, unfurled.

The raindrop watched their dance, aglow,

A spectacle, Divine--

Like fencers bold with rapiers’ show

Their swordplay, intertwined.

The raindrop saw the duel and gleaned

A blessing, unrefined.

Dogfighters brave, who danced and preened

A skillful joust, defied.  

The raindrop watched with great int’rest.

He clung to leaf, unbound,

Both bee and bird found ripe harvests

God’s Bounty: sweet, profound.