The night it is calm with the slightest of breeze
The male possums fighting on the moonlit trees
Distinct from domestic dog in the wildness of his or her cry
The hunting fox barking in the paddock nearby
The mopoke call of the boobook owl none could mistake
All nocturnal creatures return home to rest at daybreak
They are not seen out in the light of day
At rest from the lamp of the sun they are hidden away
A friend of the farmers since to eat rats and mice they do kill
The cry of the barn owl does sound rather shrill
The soft humming song of the frogmouth once heard again you will know
My wonder of Nature only seems to grow
Distinctive in their voices the creatures of the night
And the parkland looking beautiful in the October moonlight.
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