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HUMMINGBIRD

She flew right up to my head as I dreamed in the warm spa

Her wings were a blur above her green and gray body

She hovered for a few seconds 

And then flew straight to the fence covered with honeysuckle blossoms

She delicately drank from a dozen flowers with her long pointed bill

Hovered undecidedly, circled my head, flew into the limitless blue sky

And was gone.

Howard Pflanzer

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