A Folded Bird
Or even folded birds. and with the night, with its early coming, still as young as it was ... ... there was no rush. no desperation. no fear. just an ease. a love. trust.
Bird's Eye
"What'cha doing?" the young fox asked, peeking his nose over the top of the monitor screen. The older crow smiled, though only a little, masking a small degree of irritation with the love he felt for the fox. He didn't have to fake it. "Just a...
Broken Bird
Heinrich gazed at the plane he was just about to climb into, inspecting it as if he thought the mechanics had missed something. The Fieseler Storch was a fine reconnaissance plane, elegant in its own clunky fashion. It held only two crew members, and...
Bird Show
The birds cum had a few interesting properties...
A Bird In The Hand
He slid up between kass' legs, rubbing the head of his cock over the bird-man's slit. "but for now..."
a little poem i wrote
Old Godzilla was hoppin' around, Tokyo City like a big playground, When suddenly Batman burst from the shade, And hit Godzilla with a bat grenade, Godzilla got pissed and began to attack, But didn't expect to be blocked by Shaq, Who proceeded to open...
Tom’s Story – Repression Leads to Explosions
Tom's Story - Repression Leads to Explosions _Del-Bird_ Remember: you must be at least 18 years old and not offended by M/M sexual intercourse to read this story. If you are not either of those, do not blame me if you are offended, cause...
never cry wolf full story sequel
Never before have I heard George sound so lost, lonely and so remorseful. His howl was so full of sadness it spoke of a soul missing its body, as George was sounding the barren wasteland for the missing members of his family. I was in no mental state...
Ch3: Talking it out
While the jackalope fell into sullen silence, the bird made her way around the giant table, along the tile floor, and then stood in front of him, holding her hand out. "...what?"
Untitled
The seas did calm over nights and days, and skies did clear and clouds depart, the sun shone down with greatest joy, warming the bird until he was dry, but merciless sun did not stop there, and the bird was baked stiff without a care.
Silly little bird
#2 of poetry silly little bird, i see you leap and play. i wish that i could soar, the way you do so gay. i see you in the sky, i watch you as you sway, like a gentle lover, upon the breeze you stay.