Bubby is the baddest boy of the bird world. He’s out there looking for trouble – keep your distance, or he’ll have you for breakfast
His headress is aluminium scrap, and his body is made of curtain fringe and chain.
Beyond the wild blue
where tiny dancers ride imagination,
and speak birdsong to the moon,
you will find me planning and dreaming and painting.
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