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
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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.