A hummingbird just cruised by,
looking for last year’s sulfur cosmos.
It strikes me that she has
a food supply memory.
Sorry, little lady, not yet;
but come back next week
and fill your wee belly.
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So sweet Li
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:) thanks!
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Most welcome
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How beautiful you written this brief interlude with the tiny hummingbird Lisa. Magical poetry/moment well done!!
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Suzette, thank you, and happy you enjoyed the poem.
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Love those hummingbirds !
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What a sweet poem. Hummingbirds love a good feast!
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I like the rhythm of the poem.
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:) thanks, Steve
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You’re welcome, Lisa!
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I’m sure they do remember. (K)
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Enchanting!
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:) <3
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Birds do remember and so do bees
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From a hummingbird to a hint of the cosmos! That’s one way to shake me awake this morning.
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lol Paulliver :)
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sweet Lisa :-) 👌😘😘
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:) thanks!
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