I saw a hummingbird. A real one. He (she?) flew right up to me, flew backwards, flew closer, flew left, flew closer still. Checking me out. Was he staring? I was. Mouth open. silent. Wishing I could point him out to someone. Wishing for my camera. Taking a hundred mental pictures.
Don't go - not yet.
Don't go - not yet.
Until then I'd never seen one. A real one. Photos, of course - that's how I knew what he was. Photos and National Geographic specials. Not...a real one. He was grey with blue ... was that turquoise? Didn't see the wings. Heard them though. Woaung-Woaung-Woaung-Woaung.
I sing, "Ain't Nothing Like the Real Thing".*
I sing, "Ain't Nothing Like the Real Thing".*
* "Ain't Nothing Like the Real Thing" - Marvin Gaye and Tammy Terrell - http://youtu.be/svAs-6MiqxE
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They're magic, aren't they?
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