Tuesday, July 1, 2014

Hummingbird

Fifty-nine months I’ve lived here,
And never seen a hummingbird
Until today.

It looked in the kitchen window,
Looked in the dining room,
Flew by the living room,

And was gone.
Come again, precious guest.
Bless my home, my life

With your presence.
I say the same to you.
Come again, precious guest.

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