A bush-warbler, Coming to the verandah-edge, Left its droppings On the rice-cakes.
The Narrow Road to the Deep North and Other Travel SketchesThe breeze around them seemed to drop – dead – like a door to the best things had just closed.
Sleeping with the SunI don't normally look like a twig and I do eat like a pig but the weight has just dropped off me.
Sienna Miller