Sitting on a glider, I see the little darting thing make its way to the flower. The bloom of concern is a rich fuschia-red color that seems to defy describing. It hovers above the pistils and stamen inside searching for its prize. In an instant, it uncurls its proboscis and begins to sip sweet nectar. I approach the delicate creature slowly. It is a brown-green color with burgundy on the end of its body. Delicately rounded ridges give its tail a look like that of a hummingbird. The underside is a rounded cream-color curve that completes the adorable facade. I wriggle my finger between the buzzing moth and the flower. Its tiny wings pump a portable wind onto my hand. For a second, one of its six legs brushes my hand. Then it realizes that the once empty space between it and the next flower has disappeared. And the hummingbird moth buzzes away. But lazily, of course, as if to entice me to give it a larger landing pad again.
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Cacti & Paper Airplanes
PoesíaDeep collection of prickly sweet poems and songs. Topics range from friendship and exploring the life of inanimate objects to murder, greed, and death. Darker tone emerges later in the collection. Cheers!
