Every moment two or three crows leave the ring to fly up close and peep in, and then go screaming back again, hopping about on their Perches, cawing at every breath, nodding their heads, striking the branches, and acting for all the world like excited stump speakers.
"Ways of Wood Folk"
William J. Long
For a moment I was puzzled; but then I remembered the golden eagle with wings outspread, that Perches on top of our national banner.
"They Call Me Carpenter"
Upton Sinclair
There he Perches and defies you.
"Two Years in Oregon"
Wallis Nash