Limbs of hollow bone extend,
Contract and then extend again,
A fibrous feast of hues ablaze
As fire, as spectral wings amaze.
As plumage hues in ghostly seep,
The quill-combed breeze does weep.
A quiet fairy, nor here, nor there,
Part angelic, part feathery flare.
All the while, with long stoic beak
Peculiar proboscis nectar seeks.
Then poised as if hung on wisps of air,
Glides in curvatures, so angel fair.
There is this gaze of timeless awe,
There is this moment without a flaw,
A bend in space, the flutter stills,
The humming quiets the morning chills.
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