An April Night

The fox is hunting on the mountain there's no mistaking his wild cry And the full moon is silently stealing it's way through the Autumn night sky The boobook owl on the moonlit acacias utters forth his distinctive mopoke call On a calm night in early April in the prime of the southern Fall The brush tail possums snarling, clawing and biting in a fight for territory Shy though aggressive marsupials in daylight them one does not see April in Victoria Australia is such a nice time of the year The weather at most seems quite pleasant though Winter days are drawing near The calmness of night all around me such beauty a poet to poetry would inspire Of singing the praises of Nature I wonder could one ever tire When the diurnal creatures are resting the nocturnal creatures are out The hunting fox barks on the mountain in the moonlight prowling about The moonlit sky is calm and starry with only the faintest of breeze The boobook owl calling out mopoke and possums quarrel on the trees.