Speaking of birds, here’s a poem I wrote last month.
I want to know all your names
for if I can pin your species
maybe I’ll evolve wings like you
to ascend on this sacred air.
Some I know:
the crows who skulk and swoop heavily
the gilt peacocks and stone eagles
perched steadfastly
the parrots, the hummingbirds,
and a Nightingale—
this is Paradise—
But you long-legged careless ones
that squawk and hop across the lawn
and you, bird of prey, dagger eyes.
You have to be a peregrine falcon,
A pilgrim like me.
Give me all your names,
you birds of Bahjí,
and let me collect your brilliant feathers
here, in the kingdom of my heart.
Layli Maria Miron 
Beautiful