A winking of the day to come
Not a cloud in the waking sky
In the chook yard feathers strum
As a rooster sends out his cry
The mocking bird makes noises
He knows not his own
In the barn the night owl perches
Will sleep the day alone
Sitting on the back-yard fence
A Magpie sings a sweet tune
The cattle dogs are tense
At the disappearing moon
A Starling with a nest in the eaves
Attends to her brood's cry
As the sun rays strike the hills dew
The flies awaken in hoards they spew
The northerly wind sweeps the plain
Wakens the trees limbs and leaves
The roses in bloom release champagne
An attract lots of roving honey bees
Rabbits run around and around on the grassy dew
Down the path the ants form and endless que
Lambs search and bother mom for milk
The spiders inspect their lunch wrapped in silk
Brilliant colored butterflies dance in the air
In the barn the mice play without a care
On the pond reeds, a frog croaks
Possums head home to their hollows by the creek
Ducks in the yard search for a feed of seed
Quack, quacking following the lead
Lizards climb the rocks to bake in the sun
Under the eaves the swallows mud nest all done
Foals and mares prance in the Lucerne paddock
Awakening muscles to burn off a full stomach
As a tiger snake moves in for a strike
On a young plover, the ones they like
The eagle soars overhead but not heard
The plovers get in to protection overdrive
The cows and sheep bellow for their hay
For the farmer is coming into view
Animals search for shelter from the midday heat
And head for water and shade by the creek
The day slowly draws down as the sun heads west
Soon the heat of the day will be gone, time for rest
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Author Notes
On a wet winters day, observations of the day
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