it was a day like any other 

working from home i hear 

the commotion outside  

warm & sunny & springlike

odd weather for late january 

the fountain crowded with 

small yellow birds american 

goldfinches i think then i hear

the screech outside the window

a hummingbird pissed that his  

fountain was being used by creatures 

not himself hovering like a drone 

& looking at me thru the window  

sit at my desk as if maybe i  

could help him scare off the riff 

raff & get him back to his own 

private bath but no i was stuck

in my routine & wondered at 

the hummingbird's boldness 

i couldn't imagine what another

creature was thinking i barely 

know the contents contained 

within my own skull or why 

he was stuck outside hovering 

& looking in the window i could 

only marvel at the sight & when 

i turned my attention back to my

work the hummingbird was gone

i sat at my desk thinking

i saw something extraordinary 

something from a parable 

but no for the bird is just itself

in nature & i know hummingbirds 

are fierce & territorial but if i

could grant myself to fancy 

the hummingbird's voice

i think he was saying 

here ye inside

this is my water 

get the fuck out of my house