I ran to get my camera, but by the time I got back, my visitor was gone. Next thing I know, I was sitting next to the window for more than an hour, camera poised waiting for a chance to snap their picture. They must have seen me because I didn't see them anymore until the next morning.
All week, I've watched as several hummingbirds come for a sip of nectar before zipping off to my neighbor's bird feeder. I kept a camera next to the window and raised the blind, ready to capture these beauties. I waited and waited, but they didn't come back until I lower the blind. I stood at the window and watched as they took turns landing on the stem and plucking the petals from the zinnias. In a matter of minutes, the zinnias were nearly bald!
After many, many tries I finally got a few pictures of my new friends. Every morning, I open the curtains and there they are! On Wednesday, I was late leaving for work because I couldn't tear myself away from the window. (My cat shares my obsession.) I wrote a tanka to help me remember the experience.
welcome to my flowerbox.
Sip on some nectar
while I get my camera—
Hey friend, where are you going?
If you love hummingbirds as much as I do, check out Hummingbird Nest: A Journal of Poems by one of my favorite poets, Kristine O'Connell George. This excellent collection of poems records a family's observations of a mother hummingbird and her babies. It's a perfect addition to any classroom library!
friend, where are you going?TTTTT
Tabitha is hosting today's Poetry Friday at The Opposite of Indifference. Hope to see you there!