Dickinson’s “A Bird Came Down”


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.


 — Emily Dickinson 1830 – 1886



Africa Is A Beautiful Place


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The birds, the trees,

The animals and the people –

There is nowhere like Africa.

But of course it depends on


How one looks at it.

When you go to the restaurant

And a menu is presented,

You decide what you must eat.


It is the same with knowledge,

Especially about Africa.

To me, Africa

Means Abundance…