Food for the Gods

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.

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