Winged Warzone
A poem about the ruthlessness of territorial hummingbirds.
By Madison NewtonPublished 8 months ago • 1 min read
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Zig zagging divers
bomb the feeder, blinded by
bright red elixir.
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Madison Newton
I'm a recent graduate of Stony Brook University with a degree in Environmental Humanities and Filmmaking. I love writing and storytelling, and I love sharing my work so I can continue to improve my written voice.
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This one really captures the nature of the little spaceships flitting around. Did you know they have crazy long tongues. One flew into our glass door a few years ago and knocked itself out. So that the cats wouldn't get it I ran out and picked it up while it recovered. Its tongue was sticking out and it was something like three times as long as the hummingbird's body. Wild!