The Hummingbird

Credit: Lee Greenglass, The Nature Photography Contest 2025

I sat next to a fountain with its spray
of water drops; a Hummingbird appeared.
The tiny Sprite approached the spray the way
a timid child might, cautious as it neared.
The Hummingbird then seemed to make Time stop
while basking in the water droplets’ glow.
Bemused by its reflection in each drop,
the spot of brown and white flit to and fro.
The sacred dance ’tween water drops and Sprite
concluded when it chose a drop to drink.
Suspended in space/time and bathed in light,
it drank its fill, then disappeared. To think:
  By Fortune’s blind caprice, I might have missed
  when Hummingbird a water droplet kissed.