Sunday, August 12, 2012

A Night In August

A cool moonless night just a few visible stars in the  sky
The masked lapwing cry in the parkland nearby
For the safety of their young from predators they have reason to fear
On a night in late Winter near the Spring of the year
The  vixen's hungry cubs in their den are crying out for meat
And  a lapwing chick for them would be  nice for  to eat
On this cool night in August three weeks from the calendar Spring
The silver billed magpie on a  gum tree does sing
On his  breeding Season he sings day and night
And  to defend his borders he is ready and  willing to fight
A temperature high of only four degrees
And a wintery chill in the southerly breeze
And a  male possum calls on a high branch of  gum tree
He rules as the master of his territory.

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