Hummingbirds at Home
Sights set on wing back
ailerons set
duster at hand
ready jet go
buzzing buzzing set on fly
buzzing
buzzing zig zag by
there to here and here to that
then zap!
upon daddy’s feathered hat
hum hum hum hum hum
hum hum hum
working over up and down
singing softly twirling round
busy bee won’t you come and see
busy busy
busy me
hum hum hum hum hum
hum hum hum
home home on the range
where the beers and the cant-a-dope lay
oops!
where the dears and the buffed halos roam
where hivedom is served by a drone in a herd
and the Queen is most haughty all day!
la la la la la
duster down shoes
mcn’s blue guitar blues
looking more polished and fine
than old torn Calvin Kleins
dust old Dougie’s bone
this old house is fallin’ down
HUM um um Um Um
um engage um um um um UM UM
landing gear um um
um watch out for the dear
om om om om om om om at home
home home on the range
where spilt food burned on the coil where it lay
where laundry and chores make Mom head for the door
she runs off with a neighborhood stray!
ha ha ha just aha kidding
at last the pollen count is down
cleanest nest in this whole town
ay ay on the range
um um um um um duster found down
look it over and shout
now bee don’t you doubt
that the skies are not cloudy all day!
Roger
over
and
out!
Janet Leigh
1 comment:
Yes, well, yes--this poem takes us to some strange places. Whatever state of mind Ms. Leigh was in, it comes off for me as existential; warning us to fear the rut, to never be busy, so busy that we miss the good stuff going on all around us. We are the bee. We are the hummingbird. And perhaps we need not to be. So get your smile on, shake that booty, slow down, remember ladies like the slow hand and not the rabbit's rush.
Glenn
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