Anarrow fellow in the grass by emily dickinson 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 spotted 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. yet when a child, and barefoot, i more than once, at morn, have passed, i thought, a whip-lash unbraiding in the sun,— when, stooping to secure it, it wrinkled, and was gone. 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. the reader can draw the conclusion that this poem is about a a. ribbon. b. snake. c. shadow. d. fish.