Hummingbird

25 Nov, 2023

A hummingbird flies by my window, I'm inclined to think it'll stay; Yet it rains, a dismay, and it flies away

To a land of sticks and moss, A home built from scratch, High in the sky, perching on a tree, The hummingbird can stare at me.

Yet I don't see it again, It disappears from my reality, until tomorrow, when it files by my window, to grab some nectar, I detect her, and my cat does too.

_{I do not have a cat btw}