A glint of wing A lick of sun, A flicker, a tweet, A flash of beak. Then zot
Forlorn,
I offer supplication
beseeching incantation
A futile ululation.
Distraught
It seems my happiness depends
on bushtits, hummers, finches, wrens
So here I sit to gaze, bereft,
My pretty flitty friends have left
It’s fraught
And then, can it be?
A glimmer, a gleam
A shimmer a sheen
A flit and a dip -
I see a wee hummer
has come to sip.
Besot
Prompt: Write a poem based on a word featured in a tweet from Haggard Hawks, an account devoted to obscure and interesting English words. I chose my own obscure word "zot"
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