The night is moonless and cold and the sky it is dark
Out there in the paddock a vixen does bark
Perhaps she is in heat and calling for a mate
If she does not meet a male soon for her it will be too late
For if a male fox to her is not living anywhere near
She will lose out on becoming pregnant this year
Due to an increase in poisoning and shooting foxes in this part of the country are rare
Of this the lone vixen would too be aware
On this cold Winter's evening in mid July
A boobook owl is calling on a tree nearby
The voice of a nocturnal predator small birds do fear
They do feel quite nervous with a calling owl to them near
The night cold and dark a chill in the slight breeze
The weather temperature just above zero degrees
And in the coastal lands of the far south
The nocturnal creatures are out and about.
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