Pretty Bird Poem Novels & Stories

The blue petals rustled again before a fluffy head popped up. Veronica leaned in closer eyeing the creature curiously before it squawked and bit her nose. She flinched back holding her as the creature skipped out of the bluebells. Veronica rubbed her nose glaring at the bird as he hopped excitedly as if it were mocking her. She got a good look at him. The cere was royal blue, so it was obviously a male bird, and given its size it couldn't be a parrot so it must be a parakeet. The only thing she couldn't figure out is why he was playing around the bushes. Furthermore, she was surprised the fauna in the area hadn't attacked him since birds with vibrant plumage tended to be attacked by other wi

A lone magpie perched on the sill, one wing hanging awkwardly, its feathers ruffled and dulled. Her mouth softened into a faint smile. "Well, aren't you beautiful," she whispered. "So you're the one causing all this trouble?" Still, she glanced beyond the bird, scanning the yard below. Empty, no shadows, no footsteps, no sign of anyone who might have knocked.... So strange. She returned her gaze to the magpie. Its plumage shimmered faintly in her favourite colour. black as midnight and white as new snow. She eased the window open and gently scooped the trembling creature into her hands.

Failing to improve would make their journey here a wasted effort. The Violet Rain Bird surged ahead, its massive wings flapping fiercely, crashing through the towering trees around them. Crack, crack, crack! The massive trees snapped in half, their trunks shattered by the overwhelming power of the Violet Rain Bird. The destruction left in its wake was tragic, yet Adrian remained unfazed, observing the scene in quiet contemplation as he considered their next move. Tyron, on the other hand, was curious about the Cyan Light Bird. With the Violet Rain Bird speaking so highly of them, he imagined they must be extraordinary.

“Try this, Hope is the thing with feathers..’” He interrupted with a groan. “You said no bird poems.” “This one’s different,” I said. “It stays in the heart, not in a cage.” He looked up at me, still skeptical but willing. “Fine. But you say the first part.” I did, the lines rolling off my tongue, softer than I meant them to. “Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul, and sings the tune without the words, and never stops at all.”

The sky started to project every one of the varieties overhead onto the water. The light started to sparkle increasingly bright to dispose of the dimness. The dawn made the water flicker, and the birds calmly fly over the water, twittering, and the breeze falling off the water was so delicate. Aside from birds chirping, there are also giggles from a young man and lady. It's familiar yet weird. Just when the young man closed the gap, Scheriziel suddenly opened her eyes.

It matches with the clear weather and blue sky which are adorned by birds flying under the gentle rays of the sun. Suddenly, it was as if I were back in the place where the trees were proudly bustling and the only noise that could be heard was the gentle rush of water from the waterfall into the river. The twittering of the birds is like a short sweet song as well as the chirping of insects and small animals around. That place is a paradise. It's where I became the happiest even when I'm alone. It's also the place where I've witnessed the event that has changed my life forever.

On the contrary in fact. That morning, the sun was high in the cloudless blue sky. The bird’s upbeat chirps were mixing with the trickling sound of the water, creating a new melody as it made its way down the stream between the boulders in the mountains nearby. The trees were softly swaying in the light breeze and the leaves rustled, as if they wanted to whisper to her to be careful.

Pursing her lips, Summer did another search. For a few moments, her eyes moved nimbly, sweeping the screen of her phone. "Sparrows are usually very shy birds. No one can see a sparrow resting or preening its feathers with its beak. They are always wary of humans. If a human approaches, they will quickly fly away. They rarely bond with humans."

Many birds are chirping at the trees and other nocturnal creatures. Jan Lee notices his body was wrapped in a blanket. He asked himself why his blanket was covered around his body already. Then, Jan Lee got up from his bed and went to the veranda. He took a seat and watched the sunrise. Jan Lee looked around and watched the dead leaves falling into the river. He was pleased with what he was seeing because he had not observed it that night. Jan Lee could see the large trees at the riverbank, the clear and flowing river, the colorful butterflies, and the happy birds singing. He was grateful in his mind because he had not experienced this kind of place much.

" The weather was genial and the sky expanded above, like an ever-growing dream. A cool breeze touched the warmth of their cheeks. Sabrina had a bad feeling about the situation after hearing what Jenna said. A long silence followed as none could think of what to say. A bird chirped and she raised her head. The bird on the tree had a yellow bill and emerald feathers. It was very beautiful. The bird chirped when she looked at it as if it knew her. "Norton, I want that bird!" A girl yelled as she tagged along behind Norton. Her voice was sweet and pleasant to the ears.