A Writer's Journal

 

 

 

This morning, sitting at my desk, I watch the hummingbirds outside my study window.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

They take turns, perching on the skeletal remains of a foxglove,
peering in at me.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I'd like to think that they're interested in my writing--

What's my new novel about?

Will it feature a hummingbird hero?

Would I consider it?--

 

 

 

 

 

 

 but I suspect they're really just wanting to stick close
to the feeder.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

[First posted: August 5, 2013]

 

 

 

 

 

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