He turns his back to the far shore and rows toward it. He can in this way travel away from, yet still see, his house…he feels he is riding a floating skeleton...Some birds in the almost-dark are flying as close… — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share Image
“Aubade with a Multitude of Birds" Still dark and already the stupid birds are at it outside the window how could anyone possibly be prepared for what clamor they make in the oak not cooing a cacophony so many an… — Nathan McClain Copy Share Image
