Skimming down and darting up
As an ever revolving top.
It reeled round and round
Before it alighted on a shoe flower;
That hung from a drooping branch
In the corner of my front yard garden.
It precariously clung on to it
Like a small pendant on a chain
A sight so cool, now so rare
That lighted up my dull spirits!
Once they, showed themselves up
On almost every sunny day
Promptly after the monsoon rains
When the plants en masse, in resplendent blooms
Oh! How I love this tiny bird
Not larger than a bumble bee
Dressed in a cloak of green and black
Flitting round on fluttering wings
With terrific feats and nimble jerks
It hovers close to hanging blooms
Balancing itself sans any support
And draws out nectar with needle bill
I fail to capture its lightning move
As it goes whizzing through the lambent air
Quickly disappearing like a mote of soot
Losing itself in the vast expanse of the blue
Being less than an ounce of fat
So light, sleek and well streamlined
It travels faster than the light of speed
In a fleeting dash, moving out of sight
Can any other bird rival it in agility
Or vie with it in its simple grace?
How cute, this spirit of ‘unbodied joy’
This winged diminutive denizen of the sky!