One hummingbird I saw today,
In solitary flight;

A single bird alone at play,
No other bird in sight.

A lonely bird, whose only prey,
Was nectar's sweet delight.

It hovered high and seemed to pray,
Then darted to the right.

Its wings a rapid blur of gray,
Its colors bold and bright.

It sought a place where it could stay,
Somewhere it could alight;

A place to rest -- a brief delay,
No matter just how slight;

But failing that -- kept on its way,
Relentless in its plight.

It slowed -- and looked upon the day,
And startled, sat upright;

And suddenly it flew away,
In fear of coming night.

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