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.
Didn't know E.Dickinson's poem... I would say your photo story make me recover those words: "Two little dicky birds sitting on a wall, one named Peter, one named Paul, ... ..." love
Yes, this is something I do not understand at all: how can somebody who loves cats not think about the many songbirds they kill if allowed to roam wild?
Thanks for starting my day off right too. I wasn't familiar with the Emily Dickenson poem but I love it. Have a wonderful day or I guess I should say evening where you are...
A bird came down the walk:
ReplyDeleteHe 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.
(Emily Dickinson)
what cool cucumbers!
ReplyDeleteLove the silhouettes
Cucumbers! *giggles*
DeleteGreat !
ReplyDeleteDidn't know E.Dickinson's poem...
I would say your photo story make me recover those words:
"Two little dicky birds
sitting on a wall,
one named Peter,
one named Paul,
...
..."
love
Marie-Noëlle
Great poem, Marie-Noëlle! :-)
Deletehad to run off a cat who was stalking our birds yesterday. I sure wish folks wouldn't let their cats run wild. they kill so many birds.
ReplyDeleteYes, this is something I do not understand at all: how can somebody who loves cats not think about the many songbirds they kill if allowed to roam wild?
DeleteIch liebe Bird-Watching in der Stadt! / I urban love birdwatching!
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Very nice photo shot, thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteI love your birds and story! What a great start for my day, Merisi! Hope your week is going well!
ReplyDeleteThanks for starting my day off right too.
ReplyDeleteI wasn't familiar with the Emily Dickenson poem but I love it.
Have a wonderful day or I guess I should say evening where you are...
Aww, sweet! a Brief Encounter of the birdy kind :)
ReplyDeleteParting is such sweet sorrow for each pair that says goodbye.
ReplyDeleteThank you all for your kind comments!
ReplyDeleteTo a wonderful day for all of you,
Merisi