A Bird Came Down The Walk

bird fun, they are all up there drizzle, the row of little robins on the wire a lost bee flying by, takes a round and flies off, bird fun, a little kite gliding chirping a sentinel for female kite hatching its young in the trees bird fun, they are all down there a white energetic scintillating dove after the rain cleaning itself in a puddle sprinkling off the water inches its head in and out of water quick and skillful as a roman prince in his bath bird fun, they are all down here a drowsy cockroach on the sundry shop verandah snapped up by the sharp-eyed little sparrow flew in, snapped and went without a care of the world bird fun, they are all in the trees the little colourful bird with match size curved beak hopping, looking for cherry other flocks had patronised and me....feeling guilty like a thief that i am too trying to share its cherries inspired by A Bird came down the Walk 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 abroa— 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