Friday, May 1, 2020

When The Night Is Closing In Comments

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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
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