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These tiny Anna’s hummingbirds alight

On sapling grown too tall for its cramped case

both tired, fatigued from their respective heights;

pale leaves flit against each wooden face

and hide poinsettia plumes for moments’ breath.

With the search for well-lit space to flourish

paused, do they wonder if effort wanes to death

stunted, sans soil where root can be nourished,

if nature’s weighty forces won’t abate?

Still, veins pump relentless through limbs sinewed

On nearby twig, the watching female waits.

in survival’s high drama continued.