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The shades of night are falling
As westward sinks the sun,
And soft the curlews calling
As day is almost done.
Clouds cloak the far horizons like shrouds spread o’er the dead,
As swirling flocks of parrots fly swiftly over head.
The moon it faintly shimmers
With soft and silver light,
And blinking starlight glimmers
Like pin pricks in the night.
The kangaroo feeds quietly, the emu seeks its nest,
As those who slept by daylight, are rising from their rest.
The possum climbs and scurries
Where the koala sleeps,
While over fallen branches
The carpet python creeps,
And dingoes sniff the breezes, and search the bush for prey,
Until the darkness passes, and breaks, another day.
© Dennis N. O’Brien, 2013