A glimpseof my feathers.Show too much and they’ll tear you apartBird of ParadiseBorn in the trenchesFacing the mouth of a gun.

I know my breasts, smallas plums, would win no blue ribbons.But in your hands they tremble and fillwith song like plump, white birds.

…I keep looking for one more teacher, only to find that fish learn from the water and birds learn from the sky.” (p.275)

A male frigate bird blows up a wild red pouch on his neck. He can keep it puffed up for hours. It is his way of impressing the girls.

Give food to the birds, you will then be surrounded by the wings of love, you will be encompassed by the joys of little silent hearts!

The birds bark my name, and I meow theirs in return. I may be a bit mixed up about life, but not about love. Or maybe I mixed that up.

The haft of the arrow had been feathered with one of the eagles own plumes. We often give our enemies the means of our own destruction.

In a world where thrushes sing and willow trees are golden in the spring, boredom should have been included among the seven deadly sins.

We have never understood how birds manage to fly,Nor who the genius is who makes up dreams,Now how heaven and earth can appear in a poem.

The clouds are like marble in the sky, and I just want to make a kitchen counter out of the atmosphere. I can cook like a flock of birds.

There is nothing in which the birds differ more from man than the way in which they can build and yet leave a landscape as it was before.

A few melancholy birds were pipping and wailing, until the round red sun sank slowly into the western shadows; then an empty silence fell

The call of the yellow-billed cuckoo of North America is often mistaken for a bloodhound drinking a bowl of milk. He goes coulp coulp coulp.

Don't ask why the elephants wear such large shoes,And why the kangaroos are reborn kidnappers,And why the sailing birds are all Romantics.

It hardly seemed fair, because, unlike a horse or a Seeing Eye dog, the whole glory of being a bird is that nobody would ever put you to work.