Calmly pouring a dab of sugar-water into her hand, I watched as she positioned it under a ray of morning sunlight.
It glistened as I listened to the sound of a faint fluttering, slowly growing stronger.
Soon, a hummingbird appeared, pausing briefly to glance my way before proceeding to drink from her palm, thirsty and trusting.
From a precious soul, precious love emanated from her eyes in sharing and caring for this small, delicate creature.
I’d never seen a bird smile before that day, and I’ll always treasure the beauty in her eyes – a joy in my heart.
© 2021 Phil Perkins
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5 responses to “A Precious Soul”
Wowww!! This poem is marvelous Mr. Phil..🤗🤗
Thank you, Filarance ~ much appreciated 😊
Most welcome!😊
So sweet!
Thank you for your kind words, Helen ~ much appreciated! Have a nice day, my friend 🙏😊