“Oh dear white children, casual as birds,Playing among the ruined languages,So small beside their large confusing words.”
“O dear white children casual as birds,Playing among the ruined languages,So small beside their large confusing words,So gay against the greater silencesOf dreadful things you did…”
“Dear Father, hear and bless thy beasts and singing birds, and guard with tenderness small things that have no words.”
“I’d rather play with small quantities of large people than large quantities of small people.”
“Brown bird welcomes white wave. Wander no more, dear traveler.”
“Small birds throw seeds out of the feeder; large birds pick them up off the ground, but the squirrels try to muscle in.”