Koroit On A January Night

A watchdog in a yard nearby utters an angry bark In answer to a fox's shrill cry in the starlit town park On Commercial Road to and from Warrnambool big trucks drive up and down On a January night in the Moyne Shire in Koroit's country Town A boobook owl is calling in the stillness of the night The pubs are closed in Koroit not a human being in sight On January the eleventh time seems to tick on fast The new year celebrations now a memory of the past All night along Commercial Road the trucks pass to and fro That somethings never seem to change does happen to be so The Lake School it is over most visitors from Koroit have gone The old Town is back to normal and life there does go on Two male cats scream in battle in a territorial fight And on the streets of Koroit not a human being in sight.