The hummer tried to see, but couldn’t seem to open his eyes.
He tried again, but his eyelids wouldn’t respond.
Now he tried to move.
He tried again, but his wings wouldn’t respond either. Dimly, he heard the deep rumble of human-sound, its
incomprehensible waves and dips, like a dark ocean into which he’d fallen.
Must see. Must move. Babies in nest. North border protect. Food. Need food.
From high overhead he thought he could hear the familiar trill of his mate, but she sounded so very far away. Where is she? Where was he?
If only he could get his wings to move, his eyes to open. He wanted to answer the high call of his mate, be about his daytime tasks with flowers and borders.
Everything had gone dark, though he knew it should still be day. Or had he somehow lost his way? Flown into a cave? No! Never. He knew his territory, stayed at his post dutifully. He knew, then, all was well, he’d done all things perfectly.
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