I love the idea of birds having human qualities...I think all humans want to be birds so we can fly.
I think statues are great; they show what great people would look like if a bird sh*t all over them.
My family raised bird dogs when I was growing up in Jonesboro, Arkansas, and I'm a gun owner myself.
At the sight of blackbirds Flying in a green light, Even the bawds of euphony Would cry out sharply.
Man is a bird full of mud, I say aloud. And death looks on with a casual eye and scratches his anus.
Twenty thousand birds moved away from me as one, like a ground-hugging white cloud, clucking softly.
And Loplop, bird superior, has transformed himself into flesh without flesh and will dwell among us.
It would be ten years before they saw each other again, and their meeting would be thick with birds.