by Libby (age 11)
(UK, Preston, Muchoole, Lancashire)
As the sunlight makes my colors bloom, My iridescent feather wings flap back and forth, In different angles. I hover down to take a sip of nectar from the tubular flowers, I don't hop or walk, i perch only, And once more my wings are ready to fly again. As i fly in a horizontal figure eight pattern, I rise higher and higher, I see the treetops swaying, I make a call to say 'I am the Hummingbird!'