she sights a bird
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 bathed your tongue--
when bliss disclosed a hundred toes--
and fled with every one--
by emily dickinson (1830-1886)
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pancakes for breakfast with chanda and greg . .
morgana did some springtime replanting and weeding . .
dinner was delicious leftovers from last night.
korrina - enjoying a day off with wash.
