Oh, how I miss the hummers now
That Winter's come to stay.
I hate to take their feeders down
And pack them all away.
My acrobatic feathered friends
Go south this time of year,
And as I watch them fly away
I wipe away a tear.
When skies are gray and snowflakes fall
Upon the barren trees,
My thoughts return to warmer days
With hummers on the breeze.
I know one day in sunny May
How happy I will be,
For my ruby-throated friends
Once more will visit me.
~ Clay Harrison
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