A Bird Came Down the Walk.

- Written by Emily Dickinson.

A Bird came down the Walk — He did not know I saw — He bit an Angleworm 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.