Photo: Courtesy of Peter Styring, Australian Parrots And Birds, you can find his beautiful photos on Peter’s Facebook site.
Tis early, very early, presumably a foggy weekend morn.
So early, all the front bedroom lights are out ’til dawn.
And the groaning of lustful lovers, have all been timed out.
Even the yapping old canines, are unusually burnt-out.
I’ve been wandering these darkly streets, groping on trust.
Looking for her, a little piece of wonderous stardust.
All I found was a discarded mug of leftover moonshine.
Oh yeah, just like the decadent old days, still I pine.
Intoxication setting in again, I’m dreaming unsound.
A girl so mysterious, out here, where to be found.
I stumble, forgetting how to walk, and I hit the ground.
And it’s the end, another fallen night, out on the town.