If I were a bird with the gift of flight, I'd never walk again.
"The cold season is coming round
Flocks of birds are homeward-bound.
They are swirling, turning, wheeling
They invade the evening sky
Changing shape and mesmerizing
Safe in numbers; rustling by.
A cloud of starling
Graceful flapping of their wings
Murmuration."- Paul Callus
-bill kenny
