Evening falls with urgent calls midst the trees,
The birds are settling high and all around,
Their voices shrill on gentle evening breeze,
As they joust for space echoing their sweet sound.
They perch precariously high above the ground,
Their squabbles are a melody to my ear,
No more cantankerous neighbours are found,
And should some outside intruder appear
A great cacophony of protest I then hear.
Deep in the nigh when shadows turn to black,
The mopoke calls his mournful cry anew,
From deep within the grove along the track,
It�s beady eyes seek prey with in his view.
Spectres appear in shades of silver, grey, blue,
Glide through paths while spirits now rejoice,
Ibis in some dark pre-planned rendezvous,
(As though these night birds really have no choice)
In strident shrieks join with their plaintiff piercing voice.
Grey streaks of dawn caress the morning sky,
While cockatoo now adds his raucous call,
Across the grass peewee and plover vie,
For succulent morsels over which they brawl.
Songs of the morning now my heart enthral,
The busy sparrows and the mynors appear,
Sunrise is greeted by such caterwaul,
The sounds are so delightful to my ear.
The doubts and fears of night now fade and disappear.
Spenserian Stanza
9 lines
Iambic Pentameter followed by Iambic Alexandrine
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July 24th 2007
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