Lit in Progress

Today I saw a hummingbird. It was close enough I could see it clearly, even though my glasses are broken; it was brown, and sounded like a softspoken insect. It was so beautiful. It drank from a rose a little higher than my head as I lay on the hammock, watching. It flew to our honeysuckle vine, but my cat thought it looked tasty so it flew away, unconcerned. It was so controlled and graceful.