5.20.2011

Spring Poem


A Bird
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 the hopped sidewise to the wall
To let a beetle pass.
Expectedly, the favorite line is:

 And ate the fellow raw.

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