NaPoWriMo Day 5 : Three Little Birds

Emily Dickinson 1830-1886:

A Bird, came down the walk.

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

Melodia Dreyer: Three Little Birds.

Three Little Birds flew down to walk

Them who knew not that it was them we gazed at.

They bit bread crumbs in bits

And ate the flour raw

Drinking dew drops

From a unique dandelion

And flew upright to the

                                                         Statue

To let the doves cry

They blinked at a rapid pace

With a hurried grey blur

They were button and needle, I

                                                 Knew

They were of Black velvet descent

Like one at fault

They resent offer in disguise of aid

They unrolled their feathers

And railed in home softer with home

Crusts divide the earth’s core

Too heated for steam

Or Swans of the lake of noon

Fly away home, these three little birds.