The Poetry Marathon

The Downy drinks to the hummingbird’s aggravation

Seemingly gawky at the feeder next to the darting dancer,

Impatiently waits while attempting to intimidate with her acrobatics,

Too big to sit at this tiny breakfast spot,

drinks and pecks at ants behind the glass

Finally the hummer sits on a branch, glares at his nemesis

still hungry.

You kept me in your sights

Stayed at my side

Followed in my steps

If out of view, you hunted me down

Or returned to base to wait

You feared losing me or it seemed so

I had your gaze

Excited to see how this goes.