The bird rose quickly, and the city was suddenly small beneath him.

Then the bird had risen into the air again and was gone.

The birds were rising from the body of my horse.

A small bird rises from a tree in front of us.

The birds in the distance rose into the air again, then descended.

The bird rose to its feet, ran a short distance and soared into the air.

At this all the birds rose together, though still keeping clear of the altar.

It was like a flock of birds rising as one from a tree.

A bird rose from the trees below and flew toward the hills in the distance.

But Bird rose to his feet with a smile.