A ravenous flame sets the scrub alightThe kookaburras won’t be resting tonightA gentle breeze passes overheadA perfect path for the flame to spreadLicking the stalks of young banksia treesAshes and embers drift with the breezeLizards flee from the furious redHurry, move fast, or else you’ll be deadHelicopters buzz overheadThe season has come, the season we dread