Poemsby Emily Dickinson

In the Garden

 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.