The Hummingbird

Pink and green, fluttering so close to me. She wanted something, I didn’t know what, I had nothing to give her. Still she kept flying near me, without fail, every day.

Hummingbirds, they were her favorite birds, before she passed. She used to have a feeder for them and watch them every day. Why this one was following me, I did not know.

I was about to cross a busy street when I became fed up with this dumb bird always fluttering behind me, I turned to look at her when a car came whizzing by just when I was going to cross.

If I hadn’t turned to vent my frustrations on this bird, I would’ve been killed. I looked at the bird, she looked at me, then flew away.

I cried for her all over again…

Photo by Bryan Hanson on Unsplash