In honor of The Great Backyard Bird Count, which ends today, one of my favorite poems:
Halting in his flight
On limb too slight
Feels it give way beneath him,
Yet sings,
Knowing he hath wings.
—Victor Hugo
In honor of The Great Backyard Bird Count, which ends today, one of my favorite poems:
Halting in his flight
On limb too slight
Feels it give way beneath him,
Yet sings,
Knowing he hath wings.
—Victor Hugo