The birds come, so many in flight
Many under the safe cover of night
April springs hope and renewal
As the broad-tailed hummingbird
Stops to refuel
He has a big head but he is not
Big-headed
He looks to build a nest with
Leaves he has shredded
His throat is a rose-magenta
While his feathers are iridescent
Green, the beauty of which there
Is no measure
Just one word of caution to my
Beautiful feathered friends, If you see
Bird Poop on the hood of my car,
Then the crows are not far
