I dozed in sweet serenity
To all worries unbeholden.
For shame that then an itchy nose
Should my paradise have slighted,
But to my shock did I espy
A hummingbird alighted,
Had alighted and now roosting
Sat he most calmly in repose,
Say I roosting calmly preening
Upon the tip of my poor nose!
Transfixéd by those eb’ny eyes,
My frame ventured not reaction,
My mind as yet could not explain
Such a strange newfound attraction,
For surely an attraction was
‘Pon his part at least yet growing,
For that deep intelligent gaze
Held some something strangely knowing.
For truth, it was within those eyes,
When beak and wings my gaze had passed,
I knew who ‘twas that I beheld,
In irreverent awe, I gasped.
Most responsive, doubtless startled
By my quite unrestrained delight,
That petite but wondrous creature
In greatly ruffled haste took flight.
With darting grace, he sped away
Upon the summer’s breeze he plied,
Wings in rapid, whirring motion
By human eyes be not descried.
His speed it weld ferocity
In acrobatics through the trees,
All the whilst remaining silent
Beneath the buzzings of the bees.
Eventually, as masked from sound,
So too could he not be sighted,
But O, knew I that even then
He had in my heart alighted.