The Garden Thief

Eighty pulses per second, it came and went
in the blink of an eye, then
back again – more.

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The morning star perched directly over the garden
while sweat beaded on my brow.
Desert Honeysuckles and Chinese Lanterns danced
at the vibrating touch of the thief.

Eighty pulses per second, it came and went
in the blink of an eye, then
back again – more. Its tapered bill
nuzzled safely inside the heart of the flowers.

My movements grew short, slight
so as not to disturb God’s blue-green masterpiece. But
as much as I wanted to observe it,
pollen struck up a plight.

Sneezes erupted, coughing ensued,
and the poor tiny creature –
shocked –
stopped searching for food.

Once chaos ceased, I glanced around.
My garden’s thief no longer could be found.

 

 

 

Written for Creative Writing: Poetry at Emmanuel College, GA (2015)

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Becca is a gentle soul who seeks the best in the world and in others. She is easily touched by the beauty of books, music, and art. Though she aspires to write as eloquently as Emily Dickinson or Lang Leav, she hopes to make her own mark on the world one day. She dreams of leaving behind a voice that sparks creativity, imagination, hope, love, joy, and faith.