Friday Original Poem

Hummingbird sip-

perched amidst the rain

victim of cat's paw

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.