This poem, by Emily Dickinson, is a sort of riddle. Depending on your life experiences, the answer may be immediately clear. Or it may very well not be. Look closely for clues in the language. A Narrow Fellow in the Grass 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 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 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— Who or what is the Fellow in this poem? a. a whip-lash b. a snake c. a gust of wind d. a boy