Humming Birds (Prose Poetry)

We connected I was glad. My four little aerial friends in glittering coats arrived. First was Buff-Bellied then Calliope. Three days later, came Black-Chinned and Ruby too. Very best of friends we were. I fed them from outstretched hands. In a timeless relationship, indeed, our love knew no bounds. I never thought, though, that this could all end. What could have caused this awful blur? I believed they thought I was a cat because people call me Mary Katz. They did not wait to check facts, so in a hurry they returned to humming bird land, Trinidad. I kept telling myself, they would be back; migratory trends would take care of the pack. I do miss my humming birds you know. They are such appreciative little creatures they glow. Into my backyard they say hello. I feed them, before I leave house, I would watch their incandescent rainbow feathers glow; their branching turns, pirouettes in the air. My sadness now is replaced with joy, because of a card they sent me, today, it reads, “sorry my friend for our foul up display. The weather up there, you know, is very cold this time of the year. The frost, is not good, for our brilliant array, south of the border to Marguerite, is where, we temporarily will stay. Adios.

©Paterika Hengreaves
2001/New York, USA