... Patchwork patterns on the dark leaf-mould
nets of shadow held the sun's hot gold
and he called to the world to be glad, to rejoice
In a wheelbarrow-squeaking-in-the-garden-voice
As he this wayed and that wayed
He twinked and he prinked on the bough...
The fantails. Everyone's friend. When we moved to Australia, I was woken up by someone torturing an animal. On investigating, I discovered it was only a cockatoo.
And Margaret Mahy takes me right back to school. Nice.
And Margaret Mahy takes me right back to school. Nice.
Not been game enough to try and capture (as in photograph) one yet but will certainly try:)