By The Old Country Town

The gray clouds of darkness are crossing the sky On a Winter twilight in early July A magpie is warbling his farewell to day For to proclaim his borders this is his way In the quiet of the evening just after sundown In the countryside close to the old country town There is a cool chill in the freshening breeze That is softly soughing in the darkening trees The shrill cries of a dog fox from where i stand near Perhaps searching for a mate at this time of year Foxes though related to canines to most dog species different in their ways The cubs that the male fox does father he does help for to raise A magpie is warbling just after sundown In the darkening twilight by the old country town.