bird fun, they are all up there <br />drizzle, the row of little robins on the wire <br />a lost bee flying by, takes a round and flies off, <br /> <br />bird fun, a little kite gliding chirping <br />a sentinel for female kite <br />hatching its young in the trees <br /> <br />bird fun, they are all down there <br />a white energetic scintillating dove <br />after the rain cleaning itself in a puddle <br />sprinkling off the water <br />inches its head in and out of water <br />quick and skillful as a roman prince in his bath <br /> <br />bird fun, they are all down here <br />a drowsy cockroach on the sundry shop verandah <br />snapped up by the sharp-eyed little sparrow <br />flew in, snapped and went without a care of the world <br /> <br />bird fun, they are all in the trees <br />the little colourful bird with <br />match size curved beak <br />hopping, looking for hawthorns <br />other flocks had patronised <br />and me....feeling guilty like a thief <br />that i am too trying to share its hawthorns <br /> <br />inspired by <br /> <br />A Bird came down the Walk <br />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 />And then he drank a Dew <br />From a convenient Grass, <br />And then hopped sidewise to the Wall <br />To let a Beetle pass— <br />He glanced with rapid eyes <br />That hurried all abroa— <br />They looked like frightened Beads, I thought— <br />He stirred his velvet head <br />Like one in danger, Cautious, <br />I offered him a Crumb, <br />And he unrolled his feathers <br />And rowed him softer home— <br />Than Oars divide the Ocean, <br />Too silver for a seam— <br />Or Butterflies, off Banks of Noon, <br />Leap, plashless as they swim. <br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />john tiong chunghoo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-bird-came-down-the-walk-2/
