When Hummingbirds Sit Still

When hummingbirds sit still
They resemble little old men.
Sleek bald heads of crimson
Nodding this way and that,
Wary of trespassers with wings.

Tiny feet, perched on a branch,
They sway with curiosity,
And ruffle their irridescent wings in the lazy breeze.

Singing old ballroom tunes,
The sounds of a squeaky wheel.

When hummingbirds sit still,
All is well in the world, and
There is time to witness their joy.

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