He flies near the hummingbird female
who sits on a limb observing him.
He flutters his wings, rocks back and
forth, a wondrous aerial display of his
mating desires and intentions.
As finale he flexes his iridescent mantle,
a glowing, enticing flowered face
weaving and bobbing in the air.
At that point the female hummingbird
either stays for the consummation
or flitters away, not unlike the outcomes
of human wooing and romancing.
Bob Boyd