Hummingbird

Wisdom is infinite

As is the motion of my wings

I hunt for the sweet nectars

In the flowers of my Columbian home

Where I hid amongst the trees

With the blues, greens, and golds

Of my small and delicate form

Gifted by the gods that made me

They found me once and took me

But the never found me twice

Within the same century

Being elusive and small in number

Until fifty years of solitude

Found me at the mercy of man again

And I earned myself a protected home

For me and hundreds

Of my blue throated family