A Young Hummingbird

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,
Ever-moving, ever-shrill,
Maybe someday we both will
Know the space Of Peace, Be Still.


Betsy K. Brown

I am a graduate of Seattle Pacific University’s MFA in Creative Writing program, with a focus on creative nonfiction. My undergraduate degree is a BA in Media, Culture, and the Arts from The King's College in New York City. I am a teacher and chair of humanities at an Arizona high school. I love to share the goodness of words and stories with young people in the midst of the beauty of the American southwest.

'A Young Hummingbird' has 1 comment

  1. September 17, 2021 @ 9:48 am Roger Brown

    I love this imagery! A wonderful call to all of us tense twitchers–“Be Still”


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