Hummingbird comes and flutters,
to a background of locusts singing,
stops for a moment in front of me,
then flies to other worlds,
— There is no feeder for you here,
how did you know to come?
Two rainbows in a matter of days,
appear with all their colors,
Then driving home, a shooting star,
stroke of light across the night,
a paintbrush in the sky,
Some choose to ignore these special gifts,
and take no notice of them,
I choose to see them as a sign,
the Universe has given.
Doctor Grandma 
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