Hummingbird

by jimowensjr

Under the soft blue and white clouds of a September morning, he dances, a ballet on the breeze. Silently, this fluttering speck of gray and white leaps, balancing effortlessly, onto an autumn-tinged leaf that does not notice, then disappears-a ghost of joy–off perhaps, to suck more nectar from the blooms of life.

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