An Evening In Late Spring In Wonthaggi Poem by Francis Duggan

A crescent moon through the starry sky is creeping
And there is scarce the slightest hint of breeze
And the birds of day in their nests are sleeping
On the branches of the bushes and the trees.

The spur winged plovers in the park are calling
As above their breeding territory they fly
They warn their young at the approach of predators
Perhaps a fox or a cat are passing by.

A Spring evenings in the paddocks near Wonthaggi
A boobook owl hoots on the gums nearby
In Nature's garden Nature's nocturnal creatures
Under cloak of darkness hidden from the prying eye.

I love these pleasant evenings in the late Spring
It is one of my favourite times of year
The weather not too warm or too chilly
And with every hour the Summer is drawing near.

A Spring evening in the paddocks near Wonthaggi
And the brush tail possum utters his hoarse mating cry
And a tawny frogmouth on a branch is humming
And Nature's nocturnal creatures by their voices never lie.