A narrow fellow in the grass

By Emily Dickinson

Theo

 A narrow fellow in the grass

Occasionally rides;

You may have met him,--did you not,

His notice sudden is.

Theo

The grass divides as with a comb,

A spotted shaft is seen;

And then it closes at your feet

And opens further on.

Theo

He likes a boggy acre,

A floor too cool for corn.

Yet when a child, and barefoot,

I more than once, at morn,

Anna Stopani

Have passed, I thought, a whip-lash

Unbraiding in the sun,--

When, stooping to secure it,

It wrinkled, and was gone.

Theo

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

Theo