Therapy. And, a bird.

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.

Looked forward to getting home all day, yesterday. Was really feeling creative and had so many ideas to get out.

Made a new friend. And, she, too, made a new friend.

Will get back to these two today, after work.

Peace.