I was weeding flowers
When I heard a little sound
Of something which was in distress,
And when I looked around,
I saw a tiny hummingbird,
Securely caught within
A spider's web, and quickly
Reached up to rescue him.
What a gigantic spider
Slid down to claim his prey
And just in time I snatched
The frightened hummingbird away.
It did not struggle in my hand,
Which held it carefully
And I could tell within its eyes
The small one trusted me.
So I removed the spider's
Sticky web from little wings,
And marveled at the beauty
God bestows on tiny things.
And then it cocked its little head
And gave me one last stare,
Circled once above my head,
...And flew into the air.
~ Grace E. Easley
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