This poem is in response to One Stop Poetry’s invitation to write an Octain, a poetic form developed by fellow poet/blogger Luke Prater. Visit their site to learn about Octains, read other emerging and seasoned poets and, perhaps, write one of your own. http://onestoppoetry.com/
As I was pondering a subject for mine I glanced out the window of my treehouse/office and a hummingbird was hovering–I guess to thank me for putting out the feeder. He’s still here! I couldn’t resist using this photo of the Leucistic Hummingbird that frequented our feeder while we were in Palm Desert over the winter.
The Call of Spring
Outside my window, should I look,
a hummingbird has taken wing
while nightingale begins to sing.
A quail emerges from her nook
for her dirt bath beside the path
that moseys down along the brook.
Attending to the call of spring
to go outside, I close my book.