Literature
called the heron's wing
The god of wings woke up one day and said, "I will make wonders." Each breath became a bird, bright and singing. They filled the sky with music and color. It could not last. Man's touch reached the god of wings, and he coughed three times before he died. The first cough created flightless, colorless birds. They were ashamed, and fled to the far corners of the world. The second cough brought forth the sly crows and their relatives, harbingers of doom and nestrobbers. The last cough revealed the carrion birds who would dispose of the earth's refuse. No one noticed what became of the god's last breath. It was faint and halting, fluttering at the