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 around— They looked like frightened Beads, I took To be in danger bound—

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