Humming bird

You migrate.
You hover.
You fly backwards in time.
You gulp the nectar
down your red throat kissing
the yellow petalled flower.
Your mouthless hum is
a song of freedom wings.
Your tiny belly
hungered, with a heart
that beats tireless
until it numbs
in the torpor
of your sleep.
What do you dream of then?
The feeder that I hang
or the predator
that quietly sprang.
How fragile,
yet you survive
to brighten another
one of my lonely
rural hours,
this barter of sugar
for hope.