I hear the long trill
like a baby’s high-pitched raspberry
my eyes dart to window
and there he is
moving from side to side
up and down
pausing
slaking his thirst
his never-ending hunger
now resting
drinking deeply in
the cool morning air
I sit riveted
watching it all
until
he flies away
from
view
in a flash
of iridescent green
and the feeder needs filling.
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