I look outside my kitchen window,
hoping to see the sun.
The day is beautiful,
kids play tag across the street.
The neighbors’ wind chime whistles,
singing melodies.
The breeze is delightful,
swaying all the trees.
I look at my garden,
at the hummingbird feeder.
A little hummingbird whizzes past,
seeming to say hi.
I watch it fly up,
then fly down.
It sips the sparkling red juice
from the feeder.
It shakes its head
from the sweetness,
then comes over to my window,
and gives me a small kiss.
It sways,
flies back to the feeder.
It feeds,
and flutters away.
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