Until Next Year.

Slender emerald green delights

slip by, fussing, fighting, complaining about

breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

There’s plenty I say. Share. There’s more where that

came from.

And still they’re bitter,

tails fanning, ruby red throats flashing,

Stay Away! Stay Away!

But at times they settle

in ones and twos, and as many as five but rarely more.

Then one has to upset the quiet moment

and they’re back at each other again, rocketing back and forth,

green, white, and red, zooming by,

miniature world war II fighter pilots in feathered garb,

excited tweets, chirps, all over the sweet red

liquid left in the feeder.

Thanks for the show and farewell when you go.

Until next year.