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Mary Ellen Smith

Hummingbird

Oh hummingbird your quickened heart carries you so well.
Your little wings beat oh so fast that I can barely tell.
You hardly sit and in your flight you swiftly find your way,
Feathered iridescent in the dawn and dusk of day.
If I could hold you in my hand, gentle I would be,
Captured for a moment, you would have a friend in me.
Little one, I must content myself in your delight,
And listen to the music that your wings beat to in flight.