On the loquat
September 16, 2011 § 13 Comments
A lone hummingbird on the peak of a loquat tree.
Lone hummingbird borders on redundancy because a hummingbird will almost always be alone if he has anything to say about it. Smokin’ love would be the only thing to alter that misanthropic attitude.
Even though my specs still sit on the bedside table, I can see that hummer sitting there through the window 20 yards away. I later measured the distance.
There is something written in a dusty old tome to the effect that if one sees a hummingbird atop a loquat tree immediately on waking, life will turn out better than average.
One would prefer this omen earlier in life, but this will surely do.
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(Note: This upbeat item is dedicated to my cyberamigo Ezra in the State of Maine who thinks The Unseen Moon tends too often toward the grim.)