He zips in, takes a sip
His long tongue rippling
The sweet drink
Backs up, forward again
Then zip, he’s gone

Should a rival dare to sip
His nectar sweet and fine
He’ll chase the interloper off

He declares: All five feeders are mine!


Today for Quadrille Monday at dVerse Poets Pub, Mish has given us the word sip to work with. No guzzling or quaffing today. I decided to share a little something about our territorial little friend who guards his stash of nectar fiercely.

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25 Responses

  1. Oh I’m so glad you paid tribute to those amazing little creatures, though I had no idea they could be so territorial. I like the rhyme you infused with all that zipping and sipping.

    • Thanks. I don’t know if all varieties are so territorial. I’ve seen video of numerous hummingbird feeding at the same feeder. Maybe it’s a winter survival thing.

    • Their wings can buzz pretty loudly. They also make a cute chirping noise I never realized until my husband started keeping up with the feeders and we got more hanging out in our yard.

  2. I would love to see humming birds at a feeder. Our birds are a lot drabber, but I get great pleasure from watching them. You really capture the personality of this little chap. Even though you don’t use them as line ends, all those “-ip” words add a lot of zing and movement.

  3. Love the ‘p’ sounds in this (sip, rippling, zip, interloper). Brings to mind that little squirt of nectar that they spit and drip as they leave the feeder.

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