A Bird came down the Walkby Emily Dickinson A Bird came down the Walk—He did not know I saw—He bit an Angleworm in halvesAnd ate the fellow, raw,And then he drank a DewFrom a convenient Grass—And then hopped sidewise to the WallTo let a Beetle pass—He glanced with rapid eyesThat hurried all around—They looked like frightened Beads, I thought—He stirred his Velvet HeadLike one in danger, Cautious,I offered him a CrumbAnd he unrolled his feathersAnd rowed him softer home—Than Oars divide the Ocean,Too silver for a seam—Or Butterflies, off Banks of NoonLeap, plashless as they swim.
Looking out at my backyard birds here this morning.
A bird's gotta do what a bird's gotta do -- even on a very cold morning. ;-)
A nice capture, Merisi!
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