A hummingbird at my window,
Gazing upon it’s reflection;
And hovering it’s as though
It’s lost in introspection.
Now what’s a hummingbird see
With it’s wings beating fast?
Can it tell whom it might be,
Or would it even think to ask?
Oh hummingbird at my window,
Do you gaze in introspection;
Or too fast are you meant to go,
Never making the connection?
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