507 <br /> <br />She sights a Bird—she chuckles— <br />She flattens—then she crawls— <br />She runs without the look of feet— <br />Her eyes increase to Balls— <br /> <br />Her Jaws stir—twitching—hungry— <br />Her Teeth can hardly stand— <br />She leaps, but Robin leaped the first— <br />Ah, Pussy, of the Sand, <br /> <br />The Hopes so juicy ripening— <br />You almost bather your Tongue— <br />When Bliss disclosed a hundred Toes— <br />And fled with every one—<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/she-sights-a-bird-she-chuckles/
