A narrow Fellow in the Grass
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)
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A narrow Fellow in the Grass
Occasionally rides -
You may have met Him - did you not
His notice sudden is -
The Grass divides as with a Comb -
A spotted shaft is seen -
And then it closes at your feet
And opens further on -
He likes a boggy Acre
A floor too cool for Corn -
Yet when a Boy, and Barefoot -
I more than once at Noon
Have passes, I thought, a whip lassh
Unbraiding in the Sun
When stopping to secure it
It wrinkled, and was gone -
Several of Nature's people
I know, and they know me -
I feel for them a transport
Of cordiality -
But never met this Fellow
Attended, or alone
Without a tighter breathing
And Zero at the Bone -