The stars have slowly been obscured by storm clouds inky black,
While the dingo sniffs the humid air along the mountain track,í
When he reached the mountainís peak, he paused and raised his head,
Then started down the other side but changed his mind instead.
He climbed up on a towering rock, and gazed at a watery moon,
Then howled a strange primeval howl, that through the crags was like a tune,
The night air amplified the sound as it echoed through the range,
And nightlife tensed uneasily, at this sound both weird and strange.
The dark bush suddenly came alive with wild creatures relocating,
They quickly crept to hidden holes, their fear slowly there abating.
The kangaroos and wallabies are tense with dangers fraught,
And on urgent feet they bound away, and a safer place is sort.
The owl sits in his hollow tree watching over all unblinking,
His mind is on the wild bush rat, Iím sure thatís what heís thinking,
The brumby stallion nickers soft at the dingoís rude intrusion,
And shifts his mares to open ground amid some mild confusion.
An old hermit in his sheltered cave is nudged awake by his faithful dog,
But all he hears in the eerie night, are sounds of some distant frog,
Then thunder grumbles overhead with claps of noise thatís frightening,
The mountain peaks light up like day with every flash of lightning.
Raindrops laden plump with rain now on the rocks are falling,
Then for moments few it eases off, but soon there is no stalling,
The heavens now have opened up to one blinding sheet of water,
It quickly swills the forest clean, then mud in every quarter.
It rushes in its downhill flight through every small depression,
It fills the streams and bends the boughs with only one obsession,
The streams they quickly turn to creeks, then on to raging rivers,
And by sheltered rocks the dingo waits, and in disgust he slowly shivers.
The roaring torrent in crazy haste puts the whole landscape in motion,
And enormous logs and crashing trees are swept headlong to the ocean,
No force on earth can stem the flow of this great rampaging river,
It tears the decking from a bridge, and leaves the uprights all aquiver.
Sheep and cattle soon pay the price for camping in the valley,
A later count quite soon reveals, a loss of half the tally,
And as the rain falls down in sheets without sign of abating,
By sheltered rocks with hollow flanks, the dingo's still there waiting.