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Look at us. A line of symmetry. Two halves of a whole. Two peas in a pod. A pair of queens. Though your card, I must observe, has aged better than mine, which has been played too often.
bunched formation of fighter planes, it
A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
Creatures of similar plumages habitually congregate in places of closest proximity.
What is more beautiful than a sea of water with a number of white-winged boats skirting its surface? Poetry and beauty contesting with the wind and the waves!
Sits bits unhitch!
A pigeon flying with the ravens will start to caw!
What birds can have their bills more peculiarly formed than the ibis, the spoonbill, and the heron?
It is a profound mistake to imagine mistake to imagine that the art of combination depends only on natural talent, and that it cannot be learned. Every player knows that all (or almost all) combinations arise from a recollection of familiar elements.
A plane of cheekbone,
The geometry of a peacock's tail is more aerial: The eyes in a peacock's spread tail are situated at the intersecting point of a double cluster of spirals, that are apparently Archimedean spirals.
Computers are here to stay. It is a major challenge for the future to use computers efficiently in combinatorics without losing its special appeal.
As the tide washed in, the Dutch Tulip Man faced the Ocean:
"Conjoiner rejoinder poisoner concealer revelator. Look at it, rising up and rising down, taking everything with it."
"What's that?" Anna asked.
"Water," the Dutchman said. "Well, and time.
What: is the jay more precious than the lark because his feathers are more beautiful?
fantastic shadows of birds
Among the young ravens driven to roost awhile on Graydon's ark was James Andrew Manallace - a darkish, slow northerner of a type that does not ignite, but must be detonated. ("Dayspring Mishandled")
Cross."
His head popped up a few shelves over. "What?"
"Check out the magic crap."
He shot me a look. "Oh, is that what we're supposed to be doing? Because I've just been drawing hearts and our initials in the dirt."
Sophie + Archer
Lila walked by with her nose in the air. In a straight line behind her, six obedient kindergartners waddled like baby geese, singing in unison, 'Row, row, row your yacht ...
a cloud of black-and-orange butterflies for the Mullendores.
Your feather are drooping. - Evaline
...
Drat. - Mina
A duodene of bird notes chirruped bright treble answer under sensitive hand. Brightly the keys, all twinkling, linked, all harpsichording, called to a voice to sing the strain of dewy morn, of youth, of love's leave-taking, life's, love's morn.
The twelve months ...
Snowy, Flowy, Blowy,
Showery, Flowery, Bowery,
Hoppy, Croppy, Droppy,
Breeze, Sneezy, Freezy.
Whack 'em, stack 'em and pack 'em.
Prose is like hair; it shines with combing.
An artist finds his happiest combination in a play of complementary colors. They are direct contrasts yet do not jar; they awaken the beholder, but do not disturb him.
All choices intersect.
When the honey's out of the comb, there's no putting it back.
Feathers are light; but when they come together, they become heavy!
The bird that flutters least is longest on the wing.
A lost bird appeared in the court and was half an hour jumping around between the spikenard. It sang a progressive note, rising an octave at a time, until it became so acute that it was necessary to imagine it.
Meadows trim with daisies pied, Shallow brooks and rivers wide Towers and battlements it sees Bosom'd high in tufted trees, Where perhaps some beauty lies, The cynosure of neighboring eyes.
A scab'd horse cannot abide the comb.
We fill the nothing with suns,
line them up,
swallow sap, swallow
field, drop by drop, each stem
a pump. Rose to rose to rose to
rose to rose to rose to rose, calyx &
anther, all summer
gone.
Never your bird, never finch
never graceful feathered thing.
Doing linear scans over an associative array is like trying to club someone to death with a loaded Uzi.
with offense - a high- bosomed matron opposite emitted
Dark furrow lines grid the snow, punctuated by orange abacus beads of pumpkins - now the crows own the field ...
Through the side window, a screen of late-afternoon sunlight is projected onto the wall. Shadows of birds flit across it.
Some shadows are sharp, some shadows are blurry.
I've seen them before in another time and place.
The cicadas pierce the air with their searing one-note calls; dust eddies across the roads; from the weedy patches at the verges, grasshoppers whir. The leaves of the maples hang from their branches like limp gloves; on the sidewalk my shadow crackles.
What if in Scotland's wilds we viel'd our head, Where tempests whistle round the sordid bed; Where the rug's two-fold use we might display, By night a blanket, and a plaid by day.
Feathers needed, swan preferred.
Categories No. 4 and No. 5: Three small cards to a straight and two small cards with an ace.
So many birds sitting around, on a dead wire, a bare branch, a cold ground, a drifting seashore; never realizing the glory in their wings and where it can take them, nor the envy as we look on them.
Everybody at the party is a many sided polygon ... Nonagon!
Counterweights - brushed
Seeing this gradation and diversity of structure in one small, intimately related group of birds, one might really fancy that from an original paucity of birds in this archipelago, one species had been taken and modified for different ends.
Jolly boating weather,
And a hay harvest breeze,
Blade on the feather,
Shade off the trees.
Autumn resumes the land, ruffles the woods
with smoky wings, entangles them.
Each has to enter the nest made by the other imperfect bird.
Hey big mouth, how do you spell triple?
By going and coming, a bird weaves its nest.
Censure pardons the ravens but rebukes the doves. [The innocent are punished and the wicked escape.]
crows going in flocks and wolves in packs, but the lion and the eagle are solitaires.
A mirror mirroring a mirror
Hither, thither, through the sky, turtle-doves and linnets, fly! Blackbird, thrush, and chaffinch gay, hither, thither, haste away! One and all, come, help me quick! haste ye, haste ye--pick, pick, pick!
The most beautiful arrangement is a pile of things poured out at random
The aesthete aims at harmony rather than beauty. If his hair does not match the mauve sunset against which he is standing, he hurriedly dyes his hair another shade of mauve. If his wife does not go with the wall-paper, he gets a divorce.
when you lose your sails, row.
His comb had left visible, parallel grooves through his heavily gelled brown hair, like the tracks of fleeing dinosaurs in a fresh volcanic mudflow.
Shuffling is the only thing which Nature cannot undo.
Roger. Clear the tower. I got a pitch and a roll program, and this baby's really going.
Step out of a triangle, into striped light!
Sent as a present from Annam
A red cockatoo.
Coloured like the peach-tree blossom,
Speaking with the speech of men.
And they did to it what is always done
To the learned and eloquent.
They took a cage with stout bars
And shut it up inside.
Three cuttle-fish sable, and a commentator rampant.
After the sharp-eyed jay and the roaring lion, peace will come on dove's gentle wing.
What is this word that broke through the fence of your teeth, Atreides?
Cicadas, buckling and unbuckling their stomach muscles, yield the sound of someone sharpening scissors. Fall field crickets, the thermometer hounds, add high-pitched tinkling chirps to the jazz, and their call quickens with warm weather, slows again with cool.
We wail, batten, sport, clip, clasp, sunder, dwindle, die:
I am no bird and no net ensnares me
Caxtons are mechanical birds with many wings And some are treasured for their markings - They cause the eyes to melt Or the body to shriek without pain.
Category No. 3: Two aces with a low card.
Some sunny empty grass-grown court lost in the heart of the labyrinthine pile.
Fenwick, sitting down to
central problem is that birds rarely write more than ornithologists - Combining
Retractable roof, a pair of black, white and red
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Each bird must sing with his own throat.
Yowpee! I pulls my brandin' irons an' comes out a-bitin' the dust - a reg'lar Hoopalong Cassowary!
flibbertigibbets - and
Hush little owl,
You're with Twi.
I got the moves to get you by.
Big bad crows.
St. Aggie's scamps
Ain't got nothin to show the champ.
I'll pop a spiral
With a twist,
Do a three-sixty
And scatter mist
The fires pool and strut; they flow up the sides of the ramparts like tides; they splash into alleys, over rooftops, through a carpark. Smoke chases dust; ash chases smoke. A newsstand floats, burning.
Battledore and shuttlecock's a wery good game, vhen you an't the shuttlecock and two lawyers the battledores, in which case it gets too exciting to be pleasant.
A precipice cannot challenge the bird!
Birds of the same feathers flock together, and when they flock together they fly so high.
Committee, n.: A group of people that, when given the task of deciding whether to start array indices from either 0 or 1, compromises to declare that they are to start from 0.5.
Gently I stir a white feather fan,
With open shirt sitting in a green wood.
I take off my cap and hang it on a jutting stone;
A wind from the pine-tree trickles on my bare head.
Rain-diamonds, this winter morning, embellish the tangle of unpruned pear-tree twigs; each solitaire, placed, it appears, with considered judgement, bears the light beneath the rifted clouds - the invisible shared out in endless abundance.
...words--
a flock of birds in a tree
at nightfall.
The nest may be constructed, so far as the sticks go, by the male bird; but only the hen can line it with moss and down!
Combing her thoughts, yanking them into a pigtail.
Last night, the stars on the water were trap doors. The crows
with their charred wings are complaining to a hawk. It's time
to pack up the sunsets the dawns and move on.
Nancy taught two hens to help her sort flowers to make leis. She set them down by a basket of three colors of plastic flowers. One hen quickly pulled out all the red flowers, and another the white ones, leaving the pink flowers in the basket.
What rhymes with smile?" "Bile, as in Your smile makes me want to throw up.
Feather by feather the goose is plucked.
Only a Mahican would bring a comb to war." Connor rolled his eyes, then leaned in as if about to tell Amalie a great secret, lowering his voice to a whisper. "It helps them keep their feathers pretty."
-Connor about Joesph
The dispersal of juniper seeds is effected by the plum and cherry plan of hiring birds at the cost of their board, and thus obtaining the use of a pair of extra good wings.
I feel like I'd be good at 'Password.' Or 'Pyramid.'
So down thy hill, romantic Ashbourn, glides The Derby dilly, carrying three INSIDES.
Double, double, toil and trouble; Fire burn, and cauldron bubble!
misbegotten cockwaffle.