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A Bird
by Emily Dickinson
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.
Dickinson always has some great poems and this is lovely. So is your beautiful April doodle bird, dear Darla,
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ReplyDeleteWhat an adorable bird. Liked the poem also. Thanks, Darla.
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