Monday, May 20, 2013

Not a Nightingale

...But this song sparrow was nevertheless pouring forth its soul abroad in such an ecstasy that Keats himself would have approved.

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Anca said...

They do that, don't they? And look as if they're about to fall off whatever perch they're on from the effort.

Olivia V. Ambrogio said...

Yes! And puff their chests out like little Pavarottis!

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