He emerges from your twilight superstitions, drawing upon the powers of the air.
Wings spread, talons alight, what is this phantom of the night?
“I fear I’ve lost something,” he says, while furiously seeking his lost head.
He leaps from vine to flower, claiming all the nectar’s power.
But be not distraught. You needn’t run in fear.
His appearance may be hard to swallow,
But you’ll get only happy wishes from this Headless Hummingbird of the Hollow!