A Bird Came Down

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, splashless, as they swim.

by Emily Dickinson

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Comments (2)

a expose of the god forsaken world we live in, done with a touch of class by a man i have always found to be honest about his work, a man with a soul and if i have to address him in person i will call him fellow poet Warm regards allan
Thank you for this. It has so much substance that many people ought to read it and think. You are a true poet. H