When The Night Is Closing In Poem by keith brown

At night when the bush comes alive, the decks the place to be!
I can hear the crickets calling, see the Possum in his tree.
The hum of the Cicada buzz falls and rises like a wave, whilst a hungry Echidna sends a thousand termites to their grave
The Wombat's crunching grass as if it's his last meal, if this drought keeps up
his prediction may prove very real!
The Monitor Lizards asleep waiting on the sun, but the Gecko's going crazy, his night's just begun, occasionally you hear an old gum shed a limb. This all starts pretty early when the night is closing in!

The blue light round the corner is making quite a din, Crack! Crack! Crack! the deadly rhythm goes, in just a few short hours, a thousand dead mosquitoes
As I sit here in the silence I can hear the Frogmouth call,
"Hoot, " hoot"" hoot " but he's not an Owl at all!
The Bilby moves through the bush like a rabbit with a long snout, he'll
be going home early if the Diamond pythons out, and about about?

If I lived in Queensland, I might have heard the call of the dreaded Cassowary,
the most dangerous bird of all! I would hear his rumbling grumble, "why I cannot fly at all". Overhead a NightJay to his home sails, whilst I'm sitting out here on my deck somewhere in New South Wales
Now I must be going too, think it's time for tea, but I'll be here tomorrow night,
If you'd like to sit with me.