Bird Brooches

The Sun is shining and there they were....Betty's Birdy Brooches ------- 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 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 – Than Oars divide the Ocean, Too silver for a seam – Or Butterflies, off Banks of Noon Leap, plashless as they swim. Emily Dickinson