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She sights a Bird – she chuckles –
She flattens – then she crawls –
She runs without the look of feet –
Her eyes increase to Balls –
Her Jaws stir – twitching – hungry –
Her Teeth can hardly stand –
She leaps, but Robin leaped the first –
Ah, Pussy, of the Sand,
The Hopes so juicy ripening –
You almost bathed your Tongue –
When Bliss disclosed a hundred Toes –
And fled with every one –
Emily Dickinson
The Whole of it came not at once -
'Twas Murder by degrees -
A Thrust—and then for Life a chance -
The Bliss to cauterize –
The Cat reprieves the Mouse
She eases from her teeth
Just long enough for Hope to tease –
Then mashes it to death -
'Tis Life's award - to die -
Contenteder if once -
Than dying half - then rallying
For consciouser Eclipse -
Emily Dickinson