Whistles and tweets herald the morning.
Grass and leaves rustle in the breeze
Setting a heavy feeder to swing.
Scarlet nectar lures close hungry wings.
Just a sip or two, lingering cannot be risked.
Shivering leaves sound - too loud for a breeze.
A hidden tabby prepares to lunge,
But she's a second too early and a second too late to close.
Two stomachs rumble as wings tightly dodge.
Outstretched claws land empty on soft soil.