Nothing Rhymes with Orange!

Gazing at the tall Indian beech, I thought I saw a hint of peach, amidst the lush leaves of green, was that a touch of tangerine? Into the thickets it had gone, chasing a shade of persimmon, if it was to be a whistling parrot, why did I see a hue of carrot? Was it … Continue reading Nothing Rhymes with Orange!

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The Magpie Calls

Just as the warm colours lit up the dawn, up from my catnap I started with a yawn; preening my feathers I primed each wing, eager to be off lest my mates should sing. From perch to perch through tangled bush, with low short calls startled prey to ambush; fat juicy critters, ’hoppers, ’pillars and … Continue reading The Magpie Calls