Rocking Chair

By Sibilla Hershey

This article was published on 03.10.11

It is time for the rocking chair

To watch hummingbirds

Mate in the air

Beating wings

80 times per second

It is said

Male flashing his colors

Now green now red

But why should I care

When in the evening air

I can find Zen

In the rocking chair?

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