He’s a little’l fast fella,
With a iridescent coat.
A scarlet red kerchief
Around his little throat
His wings, you cant see, em
But trust me there their.
That’s what makes him seem
As if he’s hovering in mid air
He has a lill’l bill,
That would make others gloat.
As he hovers about,
Checking every flowers throat.
He’s not really big,
Bout two or three inches.
As he dances about,
To the songs of the finches.
He’ll drink the sweet nectars,
Left dangling from strings.
As we sit and we watch him,
From our front porch swings.
He’s their one moment,
Then he’s gone in a flash.
Just like a little smuggler,
Going off to hide his stash.
He’s a cute little beggar,
Without him, life would be a bummer.
Just a few simple words,
About the life of a Hummer.
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I would like to translate this poem
caught me on the title of this one. I just saw a photo from a friend who captured the exact scene you've penned. well done. thanks for sharing