A narrow Fellow in the Grass (986)

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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 stopped 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 -

But when a Boy, and Barefoot - -

I more than once at Noon

Have passed, I thought a Whip lash

Unbraiding in the Sun

When stooping to secure it

It wrinkled, and was gone -

Several of Natures 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 - -

Nature / Fear

Exact Rhyme - Sharp ending

Sibilance - creates a 'shh' sound

Constriction in breathing - Hollow numbness

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