In The Grayness Of The Twilight

In the grayness of the twilight just after sundown
On the tall gum trees in the park in the town
The unmistakeable calls of the yellow tail black cockatoos
The big dark brown parrots known to many as the weerloos
Though them every day i do not hear and see
They are birds that are familiar to many and familiar to me
Once heard and once seen one should not get them wrong
It sounds much like wee yu their often repeated song
Their large curved bills are quite powerful indeed
Strong enough to shred the hard monterey pine cones for to eat the dark tiny seed
In search of the seed they find on the pine and hakea trees they travel far and wide
For miles every day above the quiet countryside
On their slow and ponderous flight they call as they fly
Wee yu wee yu on their journey by sky.