Don’t fret tiny hummingbird
There’s plenty to go around
The flowers all are blooming
Still I hear your worried sound
You chirp in the cedar tree
When a fellow bird comes ’round
As if you think there’s not enough
Though sweet nectar does abound
I’m a little late for the Quadrille Monday prompt at dVerse Poets Pub this week because I couldn’t come up with a poem using the word fret. Then this morning while I ate my breakfast I thought of this little ditty. Was delighted to discover Mr. Linky still open.
I didn’t see this first time round. It’s rather lovely. It’s a good message for all of us – there’s plenty of good stuff to go round, we can relax a liittle. I’d love to see a hummingbird in the wild.
We have them year around in our yard because my husband keeps their feeders full.
He is aware of the sparrows and the hummingbirds and hopefully also the poets, sweet abundance.
The repetitive rhyming cycles like flitting and filling on nectar.
I have two feeders. I occasionally see them. Love this poem!
Thanks. They are so fun to watch.
Whatba gine poem Linda, well written!
A sweet poem. I love hummingbirds.
Thanks. Me too. They are so cute when they perch to eat.