K.L.B. Barsotti is a writer and artist living in the historic neighborhood of Columbus Park in downtown Kansas City, Missouri, with three cats, a bundle of rats, one husband, and one father, who taught her to be a full-fledged troublemaker and grumbletonian, for which she is forever grateful.

According to some people, Kate has too many typewriters.

Oddly, she has never owned a bird.

Kate Barsotti, owl@katybird.com

 

A Bird came down the Walk (328)

Emily Dickinson, 1830 - 1886

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.
katybirds live in witches's cottages and hollow trees, eat cumquats and rutabagas, and coo at the moon