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]
