Lyrebird Tales
Mound in the wiregrass is the stage for the dancer in the hills,
who steals the arias of others, then through the valley fills,
a laugh, a whip, a cackle. Even a stolen axe's ring!
Tales of the bush are spoken when a Lyrebird does sing.
Copyright © Lindsay Laurie | Year Posted 2019
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