the thrill and mystique of a
hummingbird sighting.
At the hosta blooms,
pentas, echinacea, or
the blue Russian sage.
Today one perched on
a hosta stem for a rest.
Its tiny black feet,
like delicate wires,
curled around the tender stalk.
The stalk didn't bend.
~dkm 348/365
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