Migration Delayed

eating breakfast with a hummingbird

At the sink, with breakfast sizzling behind me, 
a humming bird caught my eye,
darting impossible linear vectors for nectar
defying the parabolic swoop of most birds.

She hovered over the empty feeder.
“Oh, no.  I thought you had all migrated.”
I said weakly from the warm side of the window.
Filling the kettle and gathering the sugar 
to prepare a cup …