Read "Hope is the thing with feathers" by Emily Dickinson. Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.

Which is true about this poem? Select 3 options.

This poem contains an extended metaphor.
This poem is a tribute to a small bird.
This poem directly compares unlike things.
This poem compares a feeling to an animal.
This poem uses similes to compare objects.