A young hummingbird Poor thing Flew all the way To the balcony Of my apartment On the third To imbibe the nectar From an artificial flower That I have implanted In the humid soil The day before When the lilacs in the pot Suddenly died…
To their detriment, The hummingbirds of this world Will find out one day That man made flowers Beautiful no doubt Lack the feeling Or sentiment No odor no soul No need for pollination We shouldn’t come too close They might eventually With their subtle ways deceive The shrewdest among us And yet the worse They will fool innocent birds Without having any remorse…