Finding Meaning

Sometimes I feel like a hummingbird,
said the Poet.
I fly from flower to flower
bringing the pollen of kindness
to their tender centers,
their nectar my sweet reward.
My wings can carry me swiftly
into the blue sky,
yet my feet are not made
to walk this earth.

Some say
that I am an aberration of nature,
whispered the Four-leaf Clover,
hard to see me in a patch of ordinary clover.
People search all over
and when they find me,
magic happens.
I embody the promise
of wishes coming true.

I stroll from house to house,
said the White Cat,
looking for affection
I throw myself on the ground
baring my soft white belly
inviting the neighbors
to pet me
my purring music to their ears.
They all love it, as do I.
No, I am not promiscuous:
I am an Ambassador of Goodwill!

What were you thinking!!