Emily Dickinson
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 around—
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.