It took…
A second look.

And we were at awe…
Of what we saw…

A miniature humming bird
Was sitting unstirred…

At the edge of my table light…
Not showing any fright.

I wondered if it could see…
As it’s flickering eyes followed me.

How did this tiny, furry dot
get to this spot?

It looked weak
As it slowly opened its beak.

As if trying to say….
“I want to stay “

I wanted it to stay too..
As I knew

It was Frans’ spirit that came to see…
ME

It did not try to flee
And kept looking at me as I set it free.

But it had no more strength to fly…
And we all saw it slowly die.

This experience was profound and moving…
A sign that his “spirit”…I will never be losing.