The Hummingbird
got caught in my hair.
But how did he get into my room.
I was sleeping and no window was open.
He was so exhausted,
almost dies from futile effort.
Yes Yes Birdeen, I will get you to the open
sky, indigo, yes yes
Be still a little,
I have to stretch my head wide
out over the window sill
The drop is deep
and now he flies,
his red shiny feathers
and his long beak
free in the indigo morning sky.
Yes I will follow, Birdeen, yes I not hesitate.
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