Uh-oh

I'm feeling poetic. Maybe it'll go away once I get over this bug I'm currently nursing.

Told you.

Where wonders yonder hummingbird,
flitting in the rain?
A twisp, a twill, a blade of grass,
whirring in his brain.
Can it be said, if he's alive or dead,
or his motives sane?
In the mud dove a dove,
cooing peacefully;
A stirring thud woke the dove,
pounding endlessly.
A stream of crud dropped from above
crashing down most painfully.
A crow sprang aloft, on air did waft,
then settled down to see,
a photograph, which made him laugh,
for it was of a pea.
He cawwing crowed and brazen showed
his great contempt and glee.