Lightly fluttering from flower to flower,
and zipping from place to place
like a small fairy.
Daintily sucking necter
as it flits through the flowers.
It makes no sound
but the thrrrr of it's wings beating together
I sit and smile at the tiny bird
that frantically flies around the garden
He has a nest up in the big pinetree,
that stands on the corner of my front yard.
Every day he leaves his home
and darts around the garden.
Making me smile once again.