Dawn upon the Outback day.

As the sun’s light seeps into the outback,
The bushland’s as still as can be,
For the nocturnal creatures have gone to bed,
And the daytime array are just now waking to see…

Thus there’s a stillness in the dawn time,
Where only those from dusk chirp and whir,
For even the earliest bird’s still in their nest,
Though Morning activities are starting to stir…

As a ray of sunshine finally finds its way,
As does the first birds sweet chirpy song,
Animals awaken with the warming light,
With this day anew yet to have a wrong.

Soon starts the chorus of magpie’s warble,
Unmistakable amongst the melodious array of a birdlife orchestra,
Whilst emu’s bass is only heard by those nearby,
And cockatoo’s shriek ‘tis much like a rookie fiddlers beta.

Before too long the dawn blends into morning, 
The birdlife settles into their day’s mundane,
The dew drops dried and reptiles warmed,
The sunkissed outback life ‘tis one uniquely within its own seraphic lane.