Spitting his
tongue to
slurp his drink.
When he's done,
he stretches
his small red
neck to see his
reflection in
the nectar, but tilts
his head as if
befuddled at
what it is. He flaunts
his wings as he
flies off,
and when he
reaches a tree,
he rests his
fluttering iridescent
wings and wraps them
around him like
a blanket,
steadying his

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