In The Twilight

Poem By Francis Duggan

In the twilight of the evening just half an hour before nightfall
The long billed corellas high on the gum trees on their roosting branches do call
On the fourteenth day of the Autumn with an Autumnal coolness in the breeze
I do like these cool and fresh evenings with a high of under twenty degrees.

The possums will soon leave their tree cavities and house ceilings after nightfall they do venture out
The big brush tails and the smaller leaf nest building ringtails to feed on the leaves and the fruits of the trees about
The owls, nightjars and frogmouths venture out from hiding they hide from the bright lamp of day
They are Nature's creatures of the night nocturnal in every way.

In the fading gloam of the evening the long billed corellas do cry
And birds bound for their trees of roosting are scurrying across the sky
The day shift for some it is over the night shift for some is about to commence
And the little dark crickets are singing in the brick wall by the garden fence.

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