The Painted-Snipe

I remember a time long long ago,

a familiar theme song played every morning,

the soft evening calming glow,

oh – what I would give to see the painted-snipe soaring.

I remember the reassuring hoot embracing me,

a majestic bird ruling the skies,

we always rested on the old growth of a mighty white gum tree,

it seems only yesterday when I heard its last cries.