night bird

In the distance was the sound of some night bird.

A night bird called across the river in the silence.

They shot at shadows or the calls of night birds.

A night bird called among the ruins as they walked.

He stopped to listen as the cry of a night bird came.

Night birds called in the darkness of the woods outside.

The night birds still sang, as they did in nearly every forest.

With no one to watch them save the night birds and a few invited friends.

Throat Shot knew now why the night bird had been silent.

The raptors and the night birds could see everything, watch everyone.

He was crouching on a rock, like a night bird.

All about rose the hum of insects and night birds.

A night bird called from the trees and he froze, waited a moment then moved on.

No night bird called; there was nothing to trouble the silence beyond our circle.

The voice was like the trilling of a night bird, almost a song.

A burning stick settled in the fire; a night bird called.

But the thing about the Night Bird was that no one ever saw it.

The mayor is known to be a night bird.

When I permit her, she becomes a night bird and scouts ahead for me.

Once three night birds rose into the blue-black of the sky.

The cries of the night birds audible through the open windows.

I heard a night bird, from somewhere below us.

A night bird flew past as though driven on by sudden fear.

Then there was quiet, except for the scolding of some night bird.

All was silent, except for the occasional scream of a night bird.