hummingbird in the house

there he was

skirking round the kitchen

I'd always wanted to see one up close,

but this, well this

this was just too much

watching as he repeatedly

bashed his little head, pointy beak

into the plane glass of the atrium door

I found myself talking to him,

"c'mon, c'mon honey", as I tried

to show him the door

I don't know who was more distressed

I almost thought i heard him cry

and my pleading only suceeded in summoning

the dog, who came bounding in

to see what the excitement was all about

as i shooed him out the door and onto the deck

the hummer must've made his escape

for when i went back in

he was gone

so quiet

hard to believe he was ever really there