Birds of a Feather
As his tail spilt down and down, straight towards the ground, his lower legs slimming strangely, pulling into a bird-like leg-shape.
The Prize Bird
The bird?" bird? kira wasn't just a bird! she tried to speak back, but it was hard, speaking in an unknown dialect of a dead language. "me... fire bird. me... go?" "you... go? you cannot leave us now. you are the perfect offering!"
A Folded Bird
Or even folded birds. and with the night, with its early coming, still as young as it was ... ... there was no rush. no desperation. no fear. just an ease. a love. trust.
Bird's Adventure
Watching all of this go down was a small yellow bird with a little crest on its head. the bird was simple looking with two black little beady eyes. oddly enough of all names his name was simply just bird.
Birds and Vocalizations
My short summary on birds. have you ever listened to a blue jay or a finch or a hawk? birds as a group are vocal creatures and every bird makes a different vocalization.
love bird
His eyes shine like the bright sky and his body staands out from the rest. The husky of bronze, brains, and beauty is the best thing that ever happened to this lonly wolf. I shall never to have been given such a gift of pleasur eto stare at body of...
A Fallen Bird
He carefully moves the shed wall only to find a small bird-girl. from her coloring, he knows she's a quetzal, a now rare and protected people from the highland forests. from the look of her wings, they've been clipped, and she's thin, too thin.
Bird's Eye
"What'cha doing?" the young fox asked, peeking his nose over the top of the monitor screen. The older crow smiled, though only a little, masking a small degree of irritation with the love he felt for the fox. He didn't have to fake it. "Just a...
Fire-Bird
Alright i have a new form now it's a bird well it's supposed to be a phoenix but appears more like a hawk, my hands feet and tail along with my beak are white, the rest of my body is dark red.
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The seas did calm over nights and days, and skies did clear and clouds depart, the sun shone down with greatest joy, warming the bird until he was dry, but merciless sun did not stop there, and the bird was baked stiff without a care.
Silly little bird
#2 of poetry silly little bird, i see you leap and play. i wish that i could soar, the way you do so gay. i see you in the sky, i watch you as you sway, like a gentle lover, upon the breeze you stay.
Heraclitan Bird-Songs
**jisei-sonnet** : _the heraclitan bird prepares for death_ denied by all, the black and cursèd bird encased within the pang of pain and grieving, and painted with a crest that sang deceiving, defied the world - corrupting all they heard.