“The owl goes not into the nest of the lark.”
“All the spring may be hidden in the single bud, and the low ground nest of the lark may hold the joy that is to herald the feet of many rose-red dawns.”
“The Owl goes who, who, the Dove goes coo, coo, humans go you! You!”
“She wants to be flowers, but you make her owls. You must not complain, then, if she goes hunting.”
“Owls hoot in B flat, cuckoos in D, but the water ousel sings in the voice of the stream. She builds her nest back of the waterfalls so the water is a lullaby to the little ones. Must be where they learn it.”
“The Owl thinks slowly, but the Owl thinks long.”