Lit upon a blossomed tree...
His dusty feet of nectar bliss,
Of sunshine, rainbow's daylight mist...
With macro lens, I stood so still,
Of wings most lifeless, camera's fill...
A purple quilted cap he wore,
Oh how I wish, he'd dance some more...
I shook the pod, beneath his toes.
"OW-w-w-w!!!" I cried, "He's stung my nose!!"
Carnival of Poets #3
Best of Me Symphony #129!
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