Here's hoping you shower and clean up more than this character-phew!
Mr. Perinotti's class "wrapped" some
mumm-ificent rhymes for us.
Our last poem is might make you feel claustrophobic.
It's constricting, to say the least!
A Bird came down the Walk—
He did not know I saw—
He bit an Angleworm 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 around—
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.
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| Old Man with a Beard by Edward Lear |
