I don’t think there is anything more distressing
Than a lost, frantic hummingbird in the garage
Circling, swooping, up high against the ceiling
While the escape route is open, bright, and large
Too frightened, It won’t allow itself to be helped
Trying to herd it out the garage door! No way!
I can tell it is terrified and getting very weak
By its urgent peeps and fluttering aerial display
So, I watch it with concern and frustration
Knowing if it can’t get it out, will probably die
I sadly turn my back and go into the house
I say a silent prayer and then let out a sigh
Later, I have to get something from the garage
There are no signs of the bird anywhere
I begin looking for a pitiful dead hummingbird
Thinking, I will dispose of its body somewhere
To my surprise, I just barely hear a weak peep
Coming from the pavement in front of the door
The hummingbird lay there, sprawled in a heap
I approach, it rises up, flies like never before
I saw it later at the feeder behind the house
It was taking several incredibly long drinks
I watched it for a while and had to smile
That bird had come back from death’s brink