#birds

Here is the soundless cypress on the lawn: It listens, listens. Taller trees beyond Listen. The moon at the unruffled pond Stares. And you sing, you sing. That star-enchanted song falls through the air From lawn to lawn down terraces of sound, Darts in white arrows on the shadowed ground; And all the night you sing. My dreams are flowers to which you are a bee As all night long I listen, and my brain Receives your song, then loses it again In moonlight on the lawn. Now is your voice a marble high and white, Then like a mist on fields of paradise, Now is a raging fire, then is like ice, Then breaks, and it is dawn. ↗

— Harold Monro

#nightingales #song #dreams

He regarded Huginn as only slightly more dangerous than most pets, in that he understood why people had pets but harbored the paranoia they would one day eat their owners. True, it kept Eliot from even having a pet larger than his fist, but it also kept him from being kibble. ↗

— Thomm Quackenbush

#cats #dogs #paranoia #pets #dreams

Hey, ants!" she shouted. "Please help. Anteater is very hungry, but cannot find any food. ↗

— Emlyn Chand

#birds #children #children-s-books #emlyn-chand #evolved-publishing

Birdsong foamed in the hour-before-dawn garden. ↗

— David Mitchell

#nature #nature

She decided to free herself, dance into the wind, create a new language. And birds fluttered around her, writing “yes” in the sky. ↗

— Monique Duval

#dance #free #freedom #monique-duval #wind

There shall come a day when Birds shall be free... :) and humans will see... ↗

— K. Hari Kumar

#cage #caged-bird #free #freedom #freedom-of-thought

The freedom of birds is an insult to me. ↗

— Cormac McCarthy

#freedom #insult #freedom

Pan, who and what art thou?" he cried huskily. "I'm youth, I'm joy," Peter answered at a venture, "I'm a little bird that has broken out of the egg. ↗

— J.M. Barrie

#joy #youth #art

As Lothaire lifted the lid with a sense of dread, Nïx murmured, “Hint: it’s the middle one.” Elizabeth’s fragile finger.Seeing it severed like this brought on a visceral reaction—pain shooting through his own hand, radiating throughout his regenerated heart. He closed the lid with a swallow, sentimentally pocketing the package. “You gave her your heart, and she gave you the bird.” Nïx sighed. “Songs will be written about this. ↗

— Kresley Cole

#iad #kresley-cole #lothaire #middle-finger #birds

The early bird gets the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese. ↗

— Willie Nelson

#birds #cheese #competition #mice #timing