Continually I marvel
at the existence of hummingbirds.
They strike me as nothing less
than a zoological miracle,
a wonder of creation's fancy
flashing and whirring and buzzing
flower to flower
like a whimsical dream
on the periphery of comprehension.
And to think they are fundamentally the same as a turkey!
I don't know whether to applaud in delight
or kneel in speechless awe.
Life is crazy.
Delightfully, wondrously, magically crazy.
And we, we humans,
we get to be here, too.
Continually I marvel.