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
To let a Beetle pass–

He glanced with rapid eyes
That hurried all around–
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.

Emily Dickinson