A bird came down the concrete path:
He did not know I saw—
He bit an earth-worm in clean halves
And ate the brother, raw.
And then he drank dew,
From a dismal blade of grass,
And then hopped sidewise to you
To let a caterpillar pass.
He glanced with keen eyes
That wanted to be fed—
They looked like frightened beads, I thought?
He steered his burgundy head
Like one in danger—cautious,
I offered him a crumb,
He unrolled his feathers with a look to make you nauseous—
Then he flew with a swagger so numb
That divided the Red Sea in matters too soon?
Too clear for a day,
Or butterflies, off banks of noon,
Leap, sway, as they swim with a fine notion to say.