Flowers nectars only
Pollinated by a hummingbird
They cannot be touched
By curious threatening hands
Delegated but to a favored few
Meekest hummingbird
You have no voice
You get no rest
Seldom chirping
Never grumbling busily
Your image reflects clearly
Upon optic shaded glass
Not realizing a gaze beneath
A meeting momentary
To espy a familiar image
Such luminescent splendor
Viewed but on rare occasion
By those alert
By those patient
Gracing life's wonderment