The corellas are squawking just after sundown
In the grayness of twilight in the park of the town
The crickets are singing in the cracks in the garden wall
In their breeding Season from late Summer to early Autumn to daylight from nightfall
They never stop singing perhaps calling for a mate
All life forms in Nature have their ways to inter-relate
In the hour after darkness the night creatures venture out
To hunt and search for food in the parks and paddocks and the woods for miles about
Whilst day creatures are resting in the still of the night
They mate and they eat under the moonlight,
The corellas cry out on the high gums in the park
As they roost for the night in the gathering dark
A near perfect ending to a near perfect day
And the first day of Autumn just a fortnight away.
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