- Vol. 09
- Chapter 05
Image by Susan Fenimore Cooper
My heart beats like the beat of their wings
The hummingbirds are here tonight
They are hovering, I’m waiting,
They deliver, iridescent might
Sure as a dart, their targets they kiss
Bid farewell as they race through the air
Have no doubt, that they will not miss
As anxiety, my senses impair
From brilliant colours, to the purest white
For love of country, the want of a dove
With both eyes open, I prepare to fight
Like Mimi cry out to the sky above.
Preservation, salvation, hand in glove.