Every day, a photograph, a poem. I was just at the sliding door to go out for a quick picture when Scott called, “Sheri, quick.”
He motioned me forward, saying, “Look what Itty is angry about.”
He pointed up into the sycamore, our humongous American plane tree with a trunk so large it would take four people with arms spread to hold around it. Its canopy covers our entire back yard, and our cat cannot climb that trunk. It is too wide, and the branches are too high.
And there, dangling from one of the sycamore branches rested a nested hummingbird, so small and so safe for the voracious hunter Itty Bitty, the kitty.
How lucky are we?
Hummingbird So Small
Hummingbird so small,
buzzing around the yard and
nesting in our tree,
high in our great sycamore,
the one kitty cannot climb.Sheri Edwards 061321 16336521 Poetry/Photography
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Geeky Gramma ~~
Retired Middle School Language Arts/Media Teacher ~~
Writer and Thinker~~
Art from the Heart