Hot day dies, cook time comes.
Now between the sunset and the sleep-time
Time of playabout.
The hunters paint black bodies
by firelight with designs of meaning
To dance corroboree.
Now didgeridoo compels with
haunting drone eager feet to stamp,
Click-sticks click in rhythm to swaying bodies
Like spirit things in from
the great surrounding dark
Ghost-gums dimly seen stand at the edge of light
Eerie the scene in leaping firelight,
Eerie the sounds in that wild setting,
As naked dancers weave stories of the tribe