Critic

A male hummingbird circles the metal pink flamingo in my garden, circles & touches it with its all-purpose bill. Amazed? Perplexed? Combatative? Appalled? The sun sinks behind the trees & the first katydids start calling as the hummer zips in for a landing on the single rusty leg, perching sideways just below the tail, & taps the pink wing with its diviner’s wand of a bill.