Emily Dickinson - A Narrow Fellow in the Grass

A Narrow Fellow in the Grass
Occasionally rides;
You may have met him – did you not
His notice sudden is –

He flattens – like a Flounder –
He finishes – like a Roll –
And then you’re off –
Like Bird or Bowl –

But in a larger minute,
He weaves between your Soul –
To render Singly – Gloom –
Within too narrow - whole –

All Humans sprawl between the Grass –
And all within the Hole –