Foxglove Moments

January 9, 2016

Recently, on a dreary afternoon
in the bleak of winter
and snowbound by a sudden storm,
I, writing at my desk,
experienced that uncanny feeling of being watched.

Pausing my pen, I turned with growing apprehension
to the glum gray light outside my window,
and there did behold two glowing orbs staring out of the dusk at me.
"Fiend!" I cried. "Infernal fowl who haunts my dreams!"
(Okay, maybe I was getting a little overdramatic.)
"What message bring you from that other world?"

I braced myself for the specter to speak the dreaded curse of
Nevermore.
Or maybe, Anymore?
Furthermore?
But it spake not. Neither did the apparition depart,
but kept its unholy vigil outside my window,
staring, forever staring with its red zombie eyes

...which actually turned out to be the ruby underparts on the hummingbird's throat.
But still kind of spooky.