Cinnabar Moth
On seing this I thought it was a butterfly. It’s first trick. The second grand illusion it pulled was perfectly mimicking the colour of the stalks behind it which meant I didn’t really notice it at first.
On seing this I thought it was a butterfly. It’s first trick. The second grand illusion it pulled was perfectly mimicking the colour of the stalks behind it which meant I didn’t really notice it at first.
The inscription on the inside of a case that I bought has the previous owners name and address. The name wasn’t something that I was particularly interested in but the road name could be a great street performers name.
Someone thinks of a colour. I divine the colour while reciting this poem by Cicely Mary Barker and cutting a flower from tissue paper. The poem was written in 1944 and it perfectly fits this performance.