The Second Last Day Of August

The hidden frogs sing in the watery drain
And the gray clouds of evening are pregnant with rain
The day it is cool just eleven degrees
And the currawongs calling on the higher trees

The second last day of August and Winter's end near
And the song of the blackbird is pleasant to hear
And the flute of the magpie to it has a melodious ring
Just thirty three hours from the calendar Spring

A voice familiar to many and familiar to me
In the town park the distinctive call of the pee wee
Male nesting birds are quite vocal with borders to defend
At this time of year males of their own kind to them not a friend

Behind the gray clouds the sun hidden away
On a cool but a typical late Winter's day
And tomorrow at midnight in her emerald gown
The Goddess of Spring will creep into the town.