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She sights a Bird-she chuckles-
She flattens-then she crawls-
She runs without the look of feet-
Her eyes increase to Balls-
Her Jaws stir-twitching-hungry-
Her Teeth can hardly stand-
She leaps, but Robin leaped the first-
Ah, Pussy, of the Sand,
The Hopes so juicy ripening-
You almost bather your Tongue-
When Bliss disclosed a hundred Toes-
And fled with every one-
(Emily Dickinson)
More Poetry from Emily Dickinson:
- Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine (Emily Dickinson Poems)
- Sic transit gloria mundi (Emily Dickinson Poems)
- I cannot live with You (Emily Dickinson Poems)
- The Wind begun to knead the Grass (Emily Dickinson Poems)
- One Year ago-jots what? (Emily Dickinson Poems)
- Your Riches - taugh (Emily Dickinson Poems)