Moonset in the Morning

I walk down the driveway to get the paper, my usual routine of crossing paths with the local hummingbird as it darts in and out of the purple salvia. We seem to start our day at the same time. I doubt if its knees hurt as much as mine do, if hummers even have knees. What I mean is that I am focused on bending to get the paper, listening to the ticking of that blurred little creature who seems to be greeting me. And only then, as I rise, am I hit by the biggest brightest moon I’ve ever seen.