Perch atop a windmill kick, <br />You jovial hummingbird. <br />Hummingbird dance, <br />Hummingbird fly. <br />Hummingbird prance, <br />Hummingbird pry. <br />Hummingbird swift as a gruesome lance, <br />Hummingbird quipped like a dirty lie. <br />Hummingbird, give me a chance, <br />Hummingbird, you are a reason to vie. <br /> <br />Guffaw below the Sunlight’s trick. <br />You dismal hummingbird. <br />Hummingbird advance, <br />Hummingbird cry <br />Hummingbird of chance, <br />Hummingbird, die. <br />Hummingbird agile, like a brown, lucid avalanche. <br />Hummingbird drips like a resilient murky tributary. <br />Hummingbird, spare me an incendiary prose. <br />Hummingbird, care to give me a limerick? A rose? <br /> <br />Hummingbird, I will introduce myself <br />I’ve arrived without a moniker <br />Nor a sobriquet for you to call me <br />Only think of me – I plead <br />As a hummingbird-maniac. <br />A hummingbird fanatic. <br />And I have come <br />To get you.<br /><br />Windsor Guadalupe Jr<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hummingbird-i-am-a/
