The Rain Drizzling Down In Kallista Poem by Francis Duggan

The whip cracking like call of the whipbird in steep gully where tree fern grow
And through the gum trees of Kallista the cool winds of Autumn do blow
And rain falling in heavy drizzles and rain droplets drip from the trees
It's cool in the high woods of Sherbrooke a high of seventeen degrees.

The harsh squawks of the sulphur crested cockies is something one cannot mistake
Long lived birds they live on for decades in flocks quite a racket they make
And kookaburra cackling loudly, small birds, snakes and lizards are his prey
The songbirds they mob and peck at him though from their borders they can't drive him away.

Pied currawong on the high gums calling you hear them sing in wind and rain
Their karrawang calls in the wood echoes the name given to them explain
they are notorious as nest robbers eggs and nestlings of others they eat
A few days old blind and naked nestling to a currawong tastes very sweet.

The rain drizzling down in Kallista a cool and a wet start to May
The last month of Fall just beginning and the Winter is not far away
The crimson rosellas are chirping they breed in late Winter through Spring
And down in the steep tree fern gully the whip like crack call of the whipbird ring.