The Aussie Rural Night

A full moon silently creeping through the starlit sky A cattle dog barks in the farmyard nearby In answer to the hunting fox's shrill cry The domestic one to the wild one feels compelled to reply, The boobook owl one who hides from the sunlight Is calling out mopoke in the still of the night And the scream of the barn owl so shrill like and clear For any tiny creature so frightening to hear The soft whistle of the wombat one cannot mistake He sleeps in his dark home when others are awake And the aggressive male brush tail possums seldom seen out by day To their identity their harsh cry is a give away And the territorial male koala roars in the moonlight A familiar voice of the Aussie rural night.