Twenty thousand birds moved away from me as one, like a ground-hugging white cloud, clucking softly. — Michael Pollan Copy Share Image
It's like eight thousand birds, Charles! Charles! Isn't it like eight thousand birds? — Katherine Rundell Copy Share Image
“She screamed like a thousand birds were picking at her flesh. She screamed like the palace was burning down around her.” — Marissa Meyer Copy Share Image
But the thought arrived inside her like a train: Marya Morevna, all in black, here and now, was a point at which… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
A white crowned night sparrow sings as the moon sets. Thunder growls far off. Our campfire is a single light. Amongst a… — Kenneth Rexroth Copy Share Image
