Thursday, March 26, 2020

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. 


Personal Postscript  — The foregoing poem by Emily Dickinson came to my mind this afternoon while I observed a mockingbird foraging in my backyard. And it also occurred to me that current events (and our hyperbolic concerns about a novel virus) are irrelevant to that bird and every other creation on earth except for too many human beings. I have much to learn from the mockingbird. Perhaps you do too. 






2 comments:

  1. mankind behaves like he's the only occupant of the universe, much less the planet... a wider pov would benefit all... the last stanza is a bit incomprehensible to me...

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    1. Everything changes .... for better or worse .... nothing remains ....

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