Each certain kind of weather, or of light has its own creatures
Somewhere else they wait, as though they but inhabited heat or cold
Twilight or dawn, and you know other state
Then if that time they come, timid or bold
So when the long drought wins
Sandpaper harsh, we're still
And the air changed, and the clouds came
And other birds were quiet in prayer or fear
These knew their hour
Before the first fire flash lit up, or first thunder spoke its name
In heavy flood they came, 'til I could hear the wild black cockatoos
Tossed on the crest of their high trees, crying the worlds unrest
Crying the worlds unrest
