Hello! On today’s Writer Wednesday, I’m looking at Emily Dickinson’s poem of watching a bird in her garden. While gardening recently, I was joined by this cheerful companion. I imagine Emily’s visitor must have looked much the same.
XXIII
A BIRD came down the walk:
He did not know I saw;
He bit an angle-worm 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.
My best to you all,
Megan