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| (AP Photo/Terry Sohl) (2008 AP) |
I watch a hummingbird feed
She seems so tiny and frail
She tends perpetual need
Her death assured should she fail
Her beak a threadlike syringe
Her heart drum rolls in her breast
She flits among flowers' fringe
Her wings too nervous to rest
A wisp, she timidly flies
The wind can shift her in flight
Her will, her slightness belies
For few won't fall to her fight
So close to life she must cling
A strength imbues fragile things.
submitted for dVerse Poets Pub, Form For All, Rhyme and Meter
