In the kitchen, I make a grocery list.
Windows flung open,
cats bake in the sun outside.
The air around me hums.
Cats run in,
bones in my head vibrate
A hummingbird is in the house.
Whirring overhead, beak clicking
into glass, whirring, clicking.
I crawl to the door, open it
Zipping out, it perches atop the maple next door.