High Alert

Hummingbird Thoughts

she watches
the sky, a tiny
dark eye, 
bright
emerald feathers
shimmering
in the 
dwindling
light.
she feels the
the pull, 
that ancient
migratory
urge
to prepare,
still defending
tongue
siphoned 
new england
nectar
but she knows
she must 
leave,
abandoning
her tiny nest
woven with my
hair, 
for southern
weather
warm and fair.

For the Record,
This day came in with perfect September weather.

All hands begging for PEACE