In an alien landscape

From a distance I thought there was a large moth fluttering up and down in the roof space of the supermarket, above the well-stocked aisles, but it was just another hummingbird. Here they are known as Beija-flor, which means flower-kisser. No flowers to kiss in here though. Distracted by the naked fluorescent strip lights and reflective windows (it being dark outside), it kept flying back and forth, alighting on the wires of the supermarket signage, while it gathered its bearings and rested, affording me a few moments to observe its bright-green plumage. It must be quite a common occurrence though, for I was the only one who was taking any interest in our little feathered friend, within this diabolical, and oh so human landscape of fluorescent strip-lights, semiotics, garish packaging and piped musak.