a hummingbird scratching
behind her ear
The photo and the haiku came from different walks on different days; it took me over a week to put them together. The hummingbird landed on a twig about six feet away for a quick bit of self-grooming, mostly ignoring me as is the way with hummingbirds. I love being ignored by wildlife. It’s the rural equivalent of being ignored by the other people in a big-city coffee shop—that companionable lack of communication.
“Forest” feels like a less haikuish word than “woods” in general, but I prefer it here.
I wouldn’t necessarily have done this on one line with a non-calligraphic font, but it seemed the right approach with this one, which is called Pristina.