Hummingbird Fever
Frantically he flew around
As the sugar was going down
With a pause to get a view
Of the others sipping too
Quarrels frequently came about
At the feeder’s little spouts
Where they would fence a lot
For the best nectar spots
While hovering their ruby would shine
Iridescent in design
And when perching on a limb
Seconds seemed as hours to them
A nectar bully they all knew
Liked to bully at the feeder too
And would perch at all hours
Rarely leaving the plastic flowers
At evening they all slowed
As their sugar would barely go
Until the day woke them up
In the sun with buttercups