Lives Lived At A Frantic Pace Poem by Mark Heathcote

The eyes of a robot are not like a hummingbird
But they are not that dissimilarly the same
Big round ovals the colour of polished jade
Reflecting the light of today and tomorrow,
With supersonic processing, batting eyelids
That does the speed of a flapping honey bee's wing.

I favour the hummingbird for plain old
Intellectual intelligence: It understands what it needs
When it interlinks and downloads from those nectar banks.
And did you know they avoid chronic overheating
with special 'windows' in their plumage
They are unique, living their lives at a frantic pace.

With wings that wick away the heat 70 times a second.
Don't get me wrong, robots will serve a purpose
But if they have such inflated large egos.
They need to know their limitations
for flight, speed and accurate direction and for that,
you cannot beat a male Anna's hummingbird.