A Wet And Dark Night

On a dark and wet Winter's night in the  old country town
On the main street few cars and trucks pass up and down
And  the hunting boobook owl in the park nearby
It's often repeated mopoke on the tall trees does cry
In the  dead of the night in late Winter of the year
The shrill cries of the  breeding spur wing plovers one often does hear
When danger to their nest is near they call out as they fly
And human, dog, fox or cat attack from the sky
A cold and wet night in late August of three to four degrees
And the male brush tail possums snarl as they fight on the gum trees
In Nature the strongest and biggest males with the females do breed
To pass on their genes the weaker never succeed
A wet and dark night in late August in the old country town
And on the main street few cars and trucks pass up and down.