The Hummingbirds Are Back By Elaine Kirby, 2022 On a sunny day In early March My husband, the bird watcher, Comes in to say, “The hummingbirds are back!” Heat the water Measure the sugar Add the ice water Fill the first of many feeders. Hang it on the covered deck. Immediately, a male Calliope Comes to drink.
By the end of the second day The level of the sweet liquid Is down an inch. A female Calliope shows up. By the end of the first week That feeder is almost empty.
I wash and refill it and Put up a second one. Time to buy more sugar! Cali and Casey By Elaine Kirby, 2003 Cali sits on her carpet covered box Gazing out of the French doors. She misses Casey, That ragamuffin West Highland Terrier.
He’s always been there for her, Finding her after three days In the snowstorm. Leading her home, Smiling, bragging, “I found her. I found her!” Proud of himself.
Cali, sitting on a chair Watching as he approaches, Giving him a resounding Whack on the head, Then leaping down, Laughing, as she runs off. The two of them Asleep in her basket. She, lying full length On top of him, Or curled between his legs.
She misses him, Her friend..