The
hummingbirds
Flying
into the garden
Flapping
wings eyes searching
Teaching
the baby bird how to fish
The
mother stands on the branch
Watching
the baby bird picking up food
The
eyes always sharp and alert
For
any predator coming its way
Even
humans can't be spared
The
tweeting sound will be loud
It
tells “Hey get out of my place!”
But
the hummingbirds know
They
are just small birds
In
a large area to hop about
The
cats will be the killers
Once
it is hit death will bite the dust
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