A hummingbird zips toward the garden pausing
at the purple morning glory
opening to soak up the sunrise
The snowy white Rose of Sharon quietly opens itself
Seeing the glint of a shiny copper man-made feeder
She abandons the royal purple
Races over
Dips
in her beak
Comes
up empty
Tries
the other side
Still no
nourishment
The snowy white Rose of Sharon quietly opens itself
with a gentle inviting wave
in the soft morning air
Pausing at the shiny falsity
in her stillness the bird
hears the call
Racing to the open
blossom
Bowing
in her head
To
the center
Is filled.
~Karen P.
Campbell
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