It’s poetry Saturday and as it a beautiful Saturday.
A Bird Came down the walk
By Emily Dickinson
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.

“It is good to give thanks to the Lord, to sing praises to the Most High.”

‭‭Psalms‬ ‭92:1‬ ‭NLT‬‬

TTFN and God Bless you and Keep you

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