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.