A Bird, came down the Walk —
He did not know I saw —
He bit an Angle Worm in halves
And ate the fellow, raw,
And then, he drank a Dew
From a convenient Grass —
And then hopped sidewise to the Wall
To let a Beetle pass —
He glanced with rapid eyes
That hurried all abroad —
They looked like frightened Beads, I thought,
He stirred his Velvet Head. —
Like one in danger, Cautious,
I offered him a Crumb,
And he unrolled his feathers
And rowed him softer Home
Than Oars divide the Ocean,
Too silver for a seam,
Or Butterflies, off Banks of Noon
Leap, plashless as they swim.
Emily Dickinson
(Picture: Orange breasted bird, Ohara Koson)
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