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