The orange bellied parrot.

Ziiit! I say as I fly away from a passing car. So do my 50 brothers every day.

In the morning I go out to get berries. 

Migrating to escape the bitterness of winter.

The coast of southeast Australia offers us warmth.

My best friend’s colours getting taken away from the shadow. His colours are his pride but out of the blue, the shadow comes and takes it away.

Taking away his manly hood. Just for the shadow to feel good about himself.