A Bird by Emily Dickinson

A bird came down the walk,
He did not know I saw;
He bit an angleworm 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.
by Emily Dickinson

      This poem reminds me of the first robin of spring, often spotted on my yard searching fervently for earthworms after the morning rain. He is often so caught up in his feeding that he fails to notice me just a few feet away watching him (wow that makes me sound like a creeper).  The poem itself gives off a feeling of serenity, with the morning dew sitting quietly on the grass, birds singing, and the first few junebugs beginning to fly about. The poem also conveys a slight feeling of harmony between the animals stated in it, the bird eats his fill of worms, but does not touch the beetle (another food object),and instead lets him pass  and be on his way instead of killing it out of sport or cold blood like many humans do. People could learn from this sort of poem :D