You have to believe in happiness,
Or happiness never comes...
Ah, that's the reason a bird can sing -
On his darkest day he believes in Spring!
~ Douglas Malloch ~
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.
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
Too silver for a seam,
Or butterflies, off banks of noon,
Leap, splashless, as they swam.
~ Emily Dickinson ~
What a treat! Loved the music, the poetry and the photos, too. What a precious shot of that little dude peeking out from behind the feeder!
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