Something

Through the daytime fog
hummingbirds noiselessly
descend upon the feeder
that hangs outside the
window of my sister and
brother-in-law’s apartment.
It seems odd for the birds
to appear at this time
of the year.

Their hum becomes audible—
lulling in its consistency
alone. These two birds
hum together, drinking the
sugar water and flirting
with death the same as
any other living thing.
It was really something,
watching those birds.

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