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This Isn't About Pretty - March 30., 2026

  • Gary Hunter
  • Mar 30
  • 1 min read

a hummingbird plucks wispy threads

from the fringe of palm leaves,

pulls apart the geometry of a spider

web and picks up lint and other

tendrils of human byproducts

 

and with the needle of her beak

weaves a soft cradle for the

next generation of blurry-

winged addicts of nectar

 

she hovers at face level

perhaps for a loose eyelash

or hair on my brow, a striking

accessory for the nest

 

but nest building isn’t about

pretty as she zooms off,

the timer inside her ticking

 

                       louder and louder and louder

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                       

 
 
 

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