Brightly colored, flying past,
Wings so light, yet move you fast.
Every way, eyes look around,
Watching close, where food is found.
Moving forward, even back,
Up and down, you sure don’t lack.
Colorful, you sparkle bright,
Sometimes though you give a fright.
Sitting still, you land on me,
Your smiling face then I see.
Wondrous patterns, bright and fair,
I can see them everywhere.
Up you go and fly away,
Please come back another day.
©2020 Steve McLeod.