THE HUMMING BIRD, OR
    FAMOUS LADY POET FEELS FEAR

    Ah, comes again this fierce delight
    A colorful bold and spinning mite!
    Hardly hatched I'd say but
    Spun from summer's blooming light
    A tiny penguin nomad, all a bluster
    In your oil on water luster
    A racing throb between two misty fans
    A long to hold you in my tender hands
    And watch your needle poker draw
    Dew and honey like a straw
    And though you might behave to me
    Like the anti social bumble bee
    Let me take you just one time
    And feel the ocean of your life in mine.


Copyright © Jo Neace Krause, 2001.  All Rights Reserved.