moon-birds

Updated: May 17, 2025

He was in mortal terror every tree spoke out loud to him; the dark places gave back groans, the night-winds swooped upon him, whispering their terrible fears. The great underground wildcat meowed from the slopes, the red-winged moon-birds shrilled across the sky, and the stone giants from the cliffs rocked and sounded back to White Otter, until he cried aloud: "O Good God, come help me.

Frederic Remington - The Way of an Indian