The hummingbird hovers next to the feeder,
Dressed in ruby red and emerald green gown.
She trills at her discovery, her treasure.
Leaning in, wings a flutter, she sips the tasty treat,
And in a flash, backs-up to flitter and examine it from afar
Again and again she returns to drink from the artificial flower,
Brimming with shimmering crimson sugar liquid.
Delectable food for tiny gods; almost nonexistent.