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Wow what a dynamic description. My imagination is still fizzing. Thanks Jenny 🙂
Thanks Celia. I actually wrote that around Christmas last year when I was stuck at home having caught Covid.
Fantastic poem. Love the peahen’s question at the end. I read this while watching some lively bower-bird courting in our garden.
Thanks Kate. How wonderful to be able to watch a bower bird at such close proximity. I do hope his efforts weren’t in vain.
What a wonderful poem. I could literally see it happen as I read it. Thank you. Cheers, Toni