“What a pretty bird you are," I crooned. His struggling slowed, then stilled. I felt him cock his head. "What a lovely… — Margaret Rogerson Copy Share Image
“Rook's heart beat against my fingertips through his soft feathers, and my eyes sank closed as I murmured drowsy endearments to the… — Margaret Rogerson Copy Share Image
“The caw of a rook on its homeward way, Oh! These shall be the music for me, For I love I love… — Eliza Cook Copy Share Image
