Drone Attack

So overwhelmed and stressed,
fogetting that I’m blessed.
The to do list is lengthening by pen…
It’s 44 degrees
and I’m freezing my knees
while the Sun’s warmth hardly makes a dent.
Sat, bent over the clipboard,
underneath the porch’s roof,
I hear a hummingbird but keep on writing.
It seems to be quite near
behind me, now, somewhere.
Looking left, right , around and up I cannot find it.
The humming, now, is louder
s’if the little bird is closer.
Craning, I can’t see him anywhere now either.
Then it flew before my eyes
bobbed once and then took flight.
I’m reminded to enjoy the here and now.
©J. Risdon 20140311:1136


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