Humming bird

I can see a humming bird flying, 

Passing through my window side, 

I can see his long wings, 

While flying in bright sunlight. 

I can hear sweet humming sound, 

While he lands on the ground, 

I can see his plumes so slender, 

It feels like a wonder. 

Observing a bird is so professed, 

In the work of building his nest, 

After returning he was tired, 

He went to his nest for some rest. 

After assuring his safe return, 

I went to the bed for a sleep upturn. 

- Arthur James