A young hummingbird approaches my feeder,
Wings a flash of anxious silver,
Grimly eyeing me, the giver
Of the gift of glinting nectar.
Head aswivel, tensely twitching,
Guarding his own greedy sipping,
As if worried, maybe wondering
When I’ll snatch back all he’s loving.
Frantic bird with frantic trill,
Maybe someday we both will
Know the space Of Peace, Be Still.