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Tawny Frogmouth


by Erika Byrne-Ludwig


    The wildlife smuggler grabbed me while I was in winter torpor. He wrapped me in cloth, taped my wings down and put me in a pouch. We crossed the seas. In a new country he sold me to a bird collector.

    There I was in a cage, far from my natural habitat, my life partner, my moonshine, my kingdom. And where are you my favourite moths, spiders and delicious scorpions?

    I became so homesick I decided to turn my back on life. That way, in the invisible world, I could fly to Myowly, waiting for me on our preferred tree.                  


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