Tictoc

This is NOT a brilliant photograph, but I am putting it up anyhow. This is Tictoc, one of the two regulars that come to the hummingbird feeder outside my window and a new part of our family. Tictoc is grooming in this shot. I still have not figured out what species of hummingbird, nor whether male or female, though we’re over gender anyhow, right?

When I go out the back door during the day, Tictoc makes a ticking sound. I imitate it. Tictoc will talk back and forth a bit and recognizes me now. Which hummingbird tics like that? The Broadtailed “trills with wings in flight”, so that is my current guess.

I chose Tictoc remembering the Oz books. What wonderful flights of imagination.

I will take more pictures. This is through the kitchen window. We have a suet feeder around the corner. The birds come to that in groups, because Tictoc and the other hummingbird are very territorial.

For the Daily Prompt: relate.

 

I shall leave you

My poems start with a problem, an idea, a worry. I never know where it will go when I start. This poem started with wanting to leave in a positive way and started with the title. So how could I leave but leave with kindness? And what would I leave?

So it is a song. And should include sign language, I think….

I shall leave you

I shall leave you with a song
I shall leave you with music
I shall leave you with a picture
I shall leave you with voice upraised

I leave you with a song
I leave you with music
I leave you with a picture
I leave you with voice upraised

I leave you a song
I leave you music
I leave you a picture
I leave you voice upraised

I leave a song
I leave music
I leave a picture
I leave voice upraised

leave a song
leave music
leave a picture
leave a voice upraised

a song
music
a picture
a voice upraised

song
music
picture
voice

song