Horny Theology

A rufous whistled
and hummed
at my open door.

She flew at my heart
picked and snatched
hairs from my chest
for her nest.

Me flat on my back on the floor
while she sits on my face
hooked to my lips
slicing my eyes
like an ophthalmologist.

Her every winged flush
as sweet and powerful
as a rush of butterflies

falling
filling
my coughing joy.

To and fro
true and from
until

‘harumph’! 

she blurted out
and bolted off
as quickly as she came.

I thought she was a unicorn
or a rhinoceros with wings.

She left me
without a prayer.

Hummingbird

The Secret GardenAnna’s hum must be a drum
Syllabifying wings she pauses
Asks for a brush of water.

Gusto the loin cat curls
Garnished in the parsley
Paws brown under yellow

Orange marigold sprinkle.
Curling green garlic stalks
Stop hear the red head hum

Oiled garden buzz
Quicken the quiet morn humus
Yeses of soft dry feathers.

Break blossom drift
Brood across rouse salsa
Word warm worm release.