Little Hummingbird

Little hummingbird lies cradled in her nest
Shiny and silver and soft
One thing you should know about her singing
It is enough to make you waft

Sometimes she is so full of ecstasy
That she launches her delicate body over the moon
Her sweet, rich yet vivacious melodies
Make caterpillars come out of their cocoon

Sometimes she is so furious
When her mother doesn’t return with food
Her piercing and thundering shrills
Put the nearby nightingales in a grumpy mood

Sometimes she is miserable
When desolate and secluded
She croons her measured minor melodies
And ponders why she is excluded

Little hummingbird lies cradled in her nest
Shiny and silver and soft
She makes me so happy
It is enough to make me waft