New worlds to inherit. It meant, "The crow that was crying a few minutes ago is already laughing now." Magnolia trees, cotton-candy pink, were interspersed with coconut trees, which let in streaks of purplish light through their fanlike leaves. A day of high life; of food that had to be chased a little, and tasted all the better for that; of the companionship of wild things. Kenneth Rexroth (The Collected Shorter Poems of Kenneth Rexroth). Gary Haynes (State of Attack (Special Agent Tom Dupree, #2)). I imagined the three of us - my mother, brother, and me - turning into big black birds flapping our wings and screaming. Or they go in flocks, a massed thunder of wings to bear them up and away, wheeling through the sky like handsful of pepper grains thrown aloft, calling their way in Vs of mournful courage toward the promise of a distant and problematic survival. When we came to the edge of this sacred Place, we tethered our Horses to the Posts provided and then, with the Sunne direct above us, walked over the short grass which (continually cropt by the flocks of Sheep) seemed to spring us forward to the great Stones. Everywhere was a shadow of death. the surface. The white birds gorged on the swarm of dead bluebottles that had carpeted the ground. Each window, each door is They visit caves of every beast, The action reveals what was in the heart. They were like a flock of gabbling birds, these ladies, following the lead of the one in front. Some split off, in groups or singly, some are shot, but the flock will continue. Between the burnt peaks. The bees issued forth from their hives, and hummed with cheery droning chorus in the ivy-berries that covered the wall-tops with deep purple. Madeleine Roux (House of Furies (House of Furies, #1)). "They are all separate entities, those birds, but they share a single thought. Jeff Hobbs (The Short and Tragic Life of Robert Peace: A Brilliant Young Man Who Left Newark for the Ivy League). but it was only that shadow. Every month an eighty-year-old couple became lost in the groves, driving up and down identical rows for days until they were spotted by helicopter or another tourist on top of the Citrus Tower. Out from the patches of briers and blackberries, In the shallows the geometrical tendrils of ice Out of the cradle endlessly rocking, It was while I busied myself putting away my writing tools that the second commandment appeared in my mind as if God had spoken after all, but it was not what I wished to hear. Jim Lowe (New Reform (New Reform Quartet #1)). We look back and think: If only I'd tried to understand. Richard Bach (Jonathan Livingston Seagull). For the moment." myself. The whoosh of the flames was like a flock of birds, trapped and beating in a whirlwind near the ceiling. "I'm glad we understand each other." "And I think we should avoid any future situations that put us in close proximity to each other." Think I’m good at this?” “Seen better. As consequence, their sense of place becomes heightened to excruciating degree. Always be yourself Good friends are those who love you for who you are and accept you the way you are. I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed; You know them too. and the shadows they make on her body, Next door, a mail-order bride is clubbed by a smelly ma in a mechanic's shirt. Votes: 3 And we will all the pleasures prove The Good Lord Bird don’t run in a flock. So it happens that you can tie a cord to the birds and beasts and lead them about or bend down the limb and peer into the nest of the crow and the magpie. There are languages The time I spent in the jungles held unalloyed happiness for me, and that happiness I would now gladly share. A Rakshasi did not live here. Come live with me and be my love. It seems orderly until a strong gust of wind comes along and blows the whole thing skyward. The cypress trees projected their shadows under the moon The town lay in the midst of a checkerboard of prosperous farms, with fields of grain and hillsides of orchards where, in spring, white clouds of bloom drifted above the green fields. (A mouthful.) My mother didn't have to scold my brother and me for crying or encourage us to be stoic, because she could usually make us laugh. Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle; It is sad when man’s unhappiness veils from him the smiling face of nature. of all I ever wanted to say. There were green trees with trunks of dark smoke: their leaves opened like a whole spring unfolding in a moment, and their shining branches dropped glowing flowers down upon the hobbits, disappearing with a sweet scent just before their touched their upturned faces. In the gusty wind there is no dense growth; The tusks were longer than his forearms, the snout as wide as his head. He knew her path by now. Harry thought he heard a sob before it slammed. It was a spring without voices. Her father’s footsteps below came to a stomping end, and she knew he was listening for her. That night when as summer waned I listened “Thus,” says Tyndall, “the concerns of this little place The slight builds, the luminous brown eyes. It was still alive, opening its beak and vainly trying to move its wings. The fruit reveals what was in the tree. Flying in, they were said to block out the sun. a myriad body of wings and cries Unsettled, a bird lost from the flock -- And pitying the tender cries, In that moment, watching the flock of finches, I was allowing myself to become lost and absorbed in the sights in front of me. To reach Greenland, turn left at the middle of Norway, keep so far north of Shetland that you can only see it if the visibility is very good, and far enough south of the Faroes that the sea appears half way up the mountain slopes. He goes out and he gnaws at it, and he gnaws at it till the thing gets tired and it falls down. In the last week, I’ve been attacked by shadows, a flock of birds, and a madman who ate his own daughter. "A flock," she said, testing the term. sunflower Sunflowers (Helianthus annuus) are a garden classic that produce tasty, nutritious seeds for you and your flock. Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks, Imagine if birds were tickled by feathers. Similarity reduces uncertainty and gives us a comforting degree of psychological safety. Books, he thought, were a sort of migratory bird. Is lit with far off lightnings and the sky In such an age, mountains have no paths or trails, lakes no boats or bridges. Right beside that a book of your cheeks; no more like a lantern, of which you are the blueprint Rick Riordan (Percy Jackson's Greek Heroes (A Percy Jackson and the Olympians Guide)). Oil can also be rendered from the seeds, and the stalks and leaves can be used as chicken bedding or composted into mulch. I know your brow is moist with sweat The roots turn into roads as they break through In Blood Simple there's a shot from the bumper of a car and it's going up this road and a huge flock of birds takes off at the perfect moment. Come, blessed barrier betwixt day and day, One word. So it had been from the days many years ago when the first settlers raised their homes, sank their wells, and built their barns. For speech needs a sequence of words, spoken in time. One love. Far from birds, from flocks and village girls, What did I drink, on my knees in the heather Surrounded by a sweet wood of hazel trees, In the warm and green mist of the afternoon? When a flock of ravens appeared over our hut, Lekh freed the painted bird. Jon Mooallem (Wild Ones: A Sometimes Dismaying, Weirdly Reassuring Story About Looking at People Looking at Animals in America), No, no, I just…you seem to be really good at this, is all.” “Do I?” She finished the marking and started sorting through her bag.

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