Hummingbird, hummingbird, beautiful thing
‘tween sunlight, showers you float gracefully
Never heard hummingbird attempt to sing
Yet on this fine morn’ you sang out to me
Old one, this tune, yet I could not place it
Your shimmering feathers alive in sun
Water from sprinkler as you so grace it
I stand delighted, immersed in your fun
Your warble becomes quite melancholy
Perchance you sense summer’s imminent end
I hear and forget self-induced folly
You have such a short time, dear little friend
Hummingbird, hummingbird, soon to be cold
Aging man, looking wan, soon to be old
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