On one quiet and still afternoon,
A Kookaburra calls from a distance,
Through the cool, chilly air.
On one quiet and still afternoon,
There is a far away crunch of an Anticliner,
Dashing through the leaves.
On one quiet and still afternoon,
A clan of crickets,
Chat amongst themselves.
On one quiet and still afternoon,
A cosy candle glow,
Flows throughout a cottage window.
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