A Bird Came Down the Walk

What is the speaker watching throughout this poem?

• a leaf

• a beetle

• a bird

• a worm

This poem uses rhyme in many places. What are two lines of the poem that rhyme? lines 2 and 4 lines 1 and 3 lines 2 and 3 lines 3 and 4

• lines 2 and 4

• lines 1 and 3

• lines 2 and 3

• lines 3 and 4

Read lines 9-13 of the poem. Based on this evidence, what can you conclude about how the bird is feeling?

• The bird feels nervous and scared.

• The bird feels proud and strong.

• The bird feels excited and happy.

• The bird feels bored and restless.

When in the poem does the bird most likely notice that the speaker is watching him?

• lines 9-10 lines

• lines 17-18

• lines 1-2

• lines 7-8

What is the main idea of this poem?

• A bird comes down the walk and then swims through a puddle of water.

• A bird comes down the walk and eats crumbs out of the speaker’s hand

• A bird comes down the walk, eats a worm, and drinks a dewdrop from some grass.

• A bird comes down the walk but flies away when the speaker offers him a crumb.

Read these lines from the poem: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,

• chirped quietly

• hopped onto a boat

• flew away softly

• swam through a puddle

Read these lines from the poem:He glanced with rapid eyes

That hurried all around—

They looked like frightened Beads, I thought—

To whom or what does the word “they” refer?

• the speaker and the bird

• the bird and his friends

• the bird’s wings

• the bird’s eyes

A Bird Came Down the Walkby Emily Dickinson

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.