A bird came down the walk: <br />He did not know I saw; <br />He bit an angle-worm in halves <br />And ate the fellow, raw. <br /> <br />And then he drank a dew <br />From a convenient grass, <br />And the hopped sideways to the wall <br />To let a beetle pass. <br /> <br />He glanced with rapid eyes <br />That hurried all abroad, - <br />They looked like frightened beads, I thought <br />He stirred his velvet head. <br /> <br />Like one in danger; cautious, <br />I offered him a crumb, <br />And he unrolled his feathers <br />And rolled him softer home <br /> <br />Then oars divide the ocean, <br />Too silver for a seam, <br />Or butterflies, off banks of noon, <br />Leap, plashless, as they swim.<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bird-2/
