Colorful jewels!
A bird descended the walk:
He didn't realize I saw;
He chomped a point worm in equal parts
What's more, ate the individual, crude.
And afterward he drank a dew
From a helpful grass,
And afterward bounced sidewise to the wall
To allow a bug to pass.
He looked with fast eyes
That rushed all abroad,- -
They seemed to be terrified dabs, I thought;
He blended his velvet head
Like one in harm's way; careful,
I offered him a scrap,
What's more, he unrolled his quills
What's more, paddled him gentler home
Than paddles partition the sea,
Excessively silver for a crease,
Or then again butterflies, off banks of early afternoon,
Jump, plashless, as they swim.
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