Saturday, December 26, 2020

Thursday, December 17, 2020

short story slam week 168, humor week 61, hyde park poetry week 103

 

 

 a bird came down the walk

by 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, 
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And then, he drank a Dew
From a convenient Grass -
And then hopped side-wise 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 -
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Than Oars divide the Ocean,
Too silver for a seam,
Or Butterflies, off Banks of Noon,
Leap, plash-less as they swim.