On a nearby tree in the calm of the night
A boobook owl is calling in the moonlight
The small bird wakes from sleep and flies off in fear
Spooked from her bush when the voice of the night hunter she does hear
A boobook killed two of her offspring last year
And she takes to flight with one of their sort to her near
A male brush tail possum on a gum tree
His hoarse cry a strong clue to his identity
Is calling for to proclaim his territory
His sort too have their borders which they defend vigorously
Out there in the paddocks hunting for prey
The wild cry of a fox one seldom seen or heard by day
The voices of some of Nature's nocturnal creatures of the night
That are very seldom heard in the daylight.
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