The hummingbirds

Are fighting

Flying, chirping

Chasing, delighting

In the large fragrant blooms

They flutter, zoom

Around, on, and back again.

Unbothered that these flowers

By name, are not for them

As they grow on the beautiful

Butterfly Bush.

Yet, still these little birds

Rebels at Heart

Are always in a rush

To do their part

To make every pretty blossom

Growing in the garden

Their own.