Adapted from "A Bird, came down the Walk" by Emily Dickinson
A little robin bird, flew down, came down,
the walk he did not know I saw him alight on the earth.
He bit an angle worm in halves and ate the fellow raw,
and then he drank a dew from a convenient grass.
Soon he hopped sidewise to the wall to let a beetle pass,
he glanced with rapid eyes that spied all abroad
they looked like frightened beads, scanning, seeking.
I thought he stirred his velvet head like one in danger
Cautious, I offered him a crumb of biscuit and he,
unfurled his feathers and took wing, gliding him softly
home to his wife and babes.
the walk he did not know I saw him alight on the earth.
He bit an angle worm in halves and ate the fellow raw,
and then he drank a dew from a convenient grass.
Soon he hopped sidewise to the wall to let a beetle pass,
he glanced with rapid eyes that spied all abroad
they looked like frightened beads, scanning, seeking.
I thought he stirred his velvet head like one in danger
Cautious, I offered him a crumb of biscuit and he,
unfurled his feathers and took wing, gliding him softly
home to his wife and babes.
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