The hummingbird comes to the feeder
Hung just below the eaves
Unaware I am watching
Through a pane of glass Inches away
From where she sips a clear
Bead of sweetened water.

The dawning sky must make a mirror
Hiding my wonder from her usual caution.

Never remaining still
but when she comes to a stop
To renew her tiny store of strength.

Lizard green,
Moist as the morning,
She darts away from
Perch to perch landing
Pinpoint perfect on each bough.

Her head turns from side to side
Left to right and back, revealing
An iridescent red, wet, magenta flash
Designed to catch the eye
Just as it disappears into a blink.

I love it best
When she hovers in the air
Wings fluttering fore and aft
in between this and that
Still and glorious
And in the moment.