The Hummingbird Minuet

By Kim Davis © 2006

I sat in the cool, still morning,

Gathering my thoughts;

Deciding whether to beseech or assault the day.

Humming filled the air

And called my eye

To the red liquid suspended in glass

From my porch roof.

A pair danced there;

Whether duel or duet was hard to tell.

Tiny rapiers thrust forward

They came together.

Buzz, buzz — too close, it seems.

Pause in perfect unison,

Sip the wine,

Then rise to dance again.

Really Old

One of us is really old
Crotchety and demanding
Forgets she’s had her dinner
And yells like she’s panhandling.

Friends of every stripe despair
Wishing her voice was sweeter
But it’s no good complaining
’cause no one’s going to beat her!

We grumble to ourselves
And fill her bowl again
She’ll do exactly what she wants
Our dear old feline friend.

by Kim Davis

Stoplight Fright

Two super-sized vampires ran the red light
Looking neither left nor right.
Pointing pick-up trucks like spears,
They raced before the dawn.
Red gash lips on snow-white faces,
They didn’t see us there.

We daytimers waited
and they went by.

by Kim Davis