Emily Dickinson - A Bird came down the Walk

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
And hunted for his class—

He glanced with wide—bolted eyes—
At Miles—of Sticks—of Trees—
And the Snare—was his—
On the ground

It was a Pigeon’s Nest.
“A Bird, came down the Walk”