Hummingbird sip-
perched amidst the rain
victim of cat's paw
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| This photo was taken before I realized something was wrong |
This week I had the most odd experience of holding a hummingbird. It had come to our feeder but wasn't drinking. It stayed there until it became so weak it passed out. I went to it's aid only to discover that it had been mauled by a cat and had a broken wing. In my poetry therapy session this week we worked with different poetic forms. One that I have claimed to hate for years is haiku. I've found it very difficult. But to honor the fallen hummer, I wrote a one.
How beautiful and sad.
ReplyDeleteExactly that, J.
DeleteHow sad, but the poem is beautiful.
ReplyDeleteIt was sad and also so moving. Thanks, Inger!
DeleteSo beautifully written, so touching. I admire haiku for its brevity, but I admire it from a distance. Brevity is not my strength. Brava to you for venturing into uncomfortable waters.
ReplyDeleteIt was probably one of the hardest poems for me to write. But getting out of my comfort zone is such good growth.
DeletePoor little thing. That breaks my heart. :(
ReplyDeleteIt was heart breaking and beautiful, Julie.
DeleteSo sad that he met that fate, but wonderful that you were there to ease his transition over. I bet there's a special angel smiling on you these days as a result. Lovely haiku, Gina! You rocked the form!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Nessa! The haiku was written because of your gentle nudging. I feel so honored that I shared his last breaths.
DeleteAw, the poor thing. Your haiku honors the little hummer, and how fortunate it was to be held gently in your hands as it died.
ReplyDeleteJagoda
Sad, lovely. Sending hugs.
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