oldseafarer:

“She laughed to see rooks skirmish over the train, and as she did, the flock turned as one to look at her, their eyes like needlepoints.”

“She laughed to see the plovers scuffle over the flowers, and as she did, the flock turned as one to look at her, their eyes like knifepoints.”

“She laughed to see the shrikes scuffle over the acorns, and as she did, the flock turned as one to look at her, their eyes like bayonet points.”

“If she had looked out the window, she might have seen a great, hoary old black owl alight on the branch of the oak tree.”

-Deathless by Catherynne M. Valente