Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all.
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A FEATHER.
A feather is trimmed, it is trimmed by the light and the bug and the post, it is trimmed by little leaning and by all sorts of mounted reserves and loud volumes. It is surely cohesive.
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And maybe... you are a little fat bear cub with no wings, and no feathers.
Else Holmelund MinarikTags: wings feathers bears cubs
Shoving feathers up your butt does not make you a chicken.
Brad PittTags: reality feathers butts chickens
What's that sound?" Fran said.
Then something as big as a vulture flapped heavily down from one of the trees and landed just in front of the car.It shook itself.It turned its long neck toward the car, raised its head, and regarded us.
"Goddamn it," I said.I sat there with my hands on the wheel and stared at the thing.
"Can you believe it?" Fran said."I never saw a real one before."
We both knew it was a peacock, sure,but we didn't say the word out loud.We just watched it.The bird turned its head up in the air and made this harsh cry again.It had fluffed itself out and looked about twice the size it'd been when it landed.
"Goddamn," I said again. We stayed where we were in the front seat.
The bird moved forward a little.Then it turned its head to the side and braced itself.It kept its bright, wild eye right on us.Its tail was raised, and it was like a big fan folding in and out.
There was every color in the rainbow shining from that tail.
"My God," Fran said quietly.She moved her hand over to my knee.
"Goddamn," I said. There was nothing else to say.
The bird made this strange wailing sound once more. "May- awe, may-awe!" it went.If it'd been something I was hearing late at night and for the first time, I'd have thought it was somebody dying, or else something wild and dangerous.
That's the beauty of it. Have you seen the contraptions these magicians build to accomplish the most mundane feats? They are a bunch of fish covered in feathers trying to convince the public they can fly, I am simply a bird in their midst.
Erin MorgensternTags: illusions fish magic feathers
How wrong Emily Dickinson was! Hope is not "the thing with feathers." The thing with feathers has turned out to be my nephew. I must take him to a specialist in Zurich.
Woody AllenTags: emily-dickinson feathers specialists zurich
It's a bird of some sort. It's like a duck, only I never saw a duck have so many colors."
The bird swam swiftly and gracefully toward the Magic Isle, and as it drew nearer its gorgeously colored plumage astonished them. The feathers were of many hues of glistening greens and blues and purples, and it had a yellow head with a red plume, and pink, white and violet in its tail.
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The haft of the arrow had been feathered with one of the eagles own plumes. We often give our enemies the means of our own destruction.
AesopTags: enemies feathers birds arrows
Birds of the same feathers flock together, and when they flock together they fly so high.
Cecil ThounaojamTags: feathers birds together flock high fly
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