Whining wings
Wheeling sound outside my door.
I leap to my feet,
Rummage in the garage.
Later, crystalline feeder swaying,
I fold my arms, surveying the snow.
Sun-warmed boards underfoot,
I watch his favorite tree.
Has the horrible hummingbird returned?
Rumors placed them only miles south last week.
Our home has been muffled in hushed snow.
We are braced, again, for epic battles on our porch.
Later, when the dog barks at a rumbling truck
And I eye the yet-empty feeder,
I pause to notice the distinctive whine.
Is it just a bad axle?
Perhaps war waits for another day.
Put Out to Pasture 
Funny how you seem to be anticipating the next day’s prompt, too!
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No it was today’s prompt. They post it at midnight and I was still awake 😊
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😃
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Ah, the miracles we can count on–how long will they be here for us?
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I guess I was counting on a truck axle yesterday. But the food didn’t freeze overnight and keeps longer in the cool. I’m hanging in to the hope that at least this year, this year the miracle continues.
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