By The Cliffs Of The Sea

The magpie he pipes on the black wattle tree
In the gray of twilight by the cliffs of the sea
The temperatures nice around 18 degrees
And the evening is calm with only a slight breeze
The sky seems to meet the World where the ocean is deep
And the huge mass of saltwater appears to be asleep
The crow on the fence post he caws loud and long
His is a familiar though not pleasant song
In the twilight of an evening in the early Fall
Above the volcanic cliffs the silver gulls call
And birds in small flocks to their roosting trees fly
As darkness descends on the calm coastal sky
The darkening shades of twilight are all around me
And all is so quiet by the cliffs of the sea.