the tiny thing tried to back up,
if one can call reversing gears release,
its beak so finely wedded to the screen,
although threaded might be a more appropriate usage;
nonetheless, its nervous hovering
remained until the nail of its beak came loose
and off the bird took, flash of wings a blur,
the teeny god headed towards its own mystery,
and not once did it explain its fear
or utter anything about a harrowing escape.
"When the hummingbird's beak caught in the window screen," by Dianna Henning. Text presented here by poet submission. Art credit: " photograph taken on February 22, 2007, by Jon Fife.
I love the beautiful simplicity of the moment here--it reminds me a little of Woolf's short essay, Death of a Moth, about how even small creatures can illuminate us about life and death.
ReplyDeleteDianna, as always, you see creation and its deeper meanings in the smallest things . . . a grain of sand, or a humming bird . . . beautiful. Hope to be reading your poems for many years to come.
ReplyDeleteJudith
Beautiful and lyrical. Perfectly captures this magical bird.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful and lyrical. Perfectly captures this magical bird.
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