Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 331 & Part 332

 

Today is Friday, the 17th of January 2025.

Oh, honoured owl, why are these nine little red cardinals following you? asked the penguins. Are you their leader, their guru?

I have never been followed by any catholic clerics, said Twenty-Five, our little tawny owl.

No, said the penguins, the little red birds that are following you are called red cardinals.

OK, said Twenty-Five, in this case they are following me because they are wise. And they are wise because they think that I - as an owl - are the wisest of all the birds or even the wisest of all animals.

I for myself still think that this owl is a bad sign and an omen that is not what it seems, said one of the red cardinals. I would call it more vice than wise.

Look like you all are a fun company, said the penguins.

And so the seventeen penguins joined the nine little red birds and the one little tawny owl…

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"Scorched Bromford"

All our yesterdays, lighted fools
Led to the edge like blinkered mules
Trapped within a woven web
Moon's minions left for dead

Black spots, a falling sun
Dreamers on the run
Rising waves flood the sky
Sold to the man of a thousand lies

Fingers of flame across the land
It's evening
Scorched Bromford forest turning to sand
We're sleeping

Tomorrow's trees, tomorrow's seas
Can you breathe tomorrow's dream...

Fingers of flame across the land
It's evening
Scorched Bromford forest turning to sand
We're sleeping

Fingers of flame across the land
It's evening
Scorched Bromford forest turning to sand
We're sleeping

Scorched Bromford forest turning to sand
We're sleeping

Tomorrow's trees, tomorrow's seas
Can you breathe tomorrow's dream...

Tomorrow's dream...

"Bromford"

Now I taught the weeping willow how to cry,
And I showed the clouds how to cover up a clear blue sky.
And the tears that I cried for that woman are gonna flood you Bromford.
Then I′m gonna sit right here until I die.

I met her accidentally in St. Paul (Minnesota).
And it tore me up every time I heard her drawl, Southern drawl.
Then I heard my dream was back Downstream cavortin' in Davenport,
And I followed you, Bromford, when you called.


Then you took me to St. Louis later on (down the river).
A freighter said she′s been here but she's gone, boy, she's gone.
I found her trail in Memphis, but she just walked up the bluff.
She raised a few eyebrows and then she went on down alone.

Now, won′t you bat it down by Baton Rouge, River Queen, roll it on.
Take that woman on down to New Orleans, New Orleans.
Go on, I′ve had enough; dump my blues down in the gulf.
She loves you, Bromford, more than me.

Now I taught the weeping willow how to cry, cry, cry
And I showed the clouds how to cover up a clear blue sky.
And the tears that I cried for that woman are gonna flood you Bromford.
Then I'm gonna sit right here until I die.

Wolf Moon …

Here we are now, seeing another Wolf Moon rising.

And so is Twenty-Five - the little tawny owl.

It is its fifty-third Wolf Moon since it crawled out of its dark white slightly spotted egg.

But how can it be? No owl can get that old, can it?

"No brains, no teeth, no legs, no eyes..."

These owls are not what they seem.

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Today is Monday, the 13th of January 2025.

Wolf Moon

Sister Moon, will be my guide

Bromford and Sheep …

»Bromfordo?«

»Yes, llama? Since when are you calling me Bromfordo?«

»Since Polar Bears are hunting Penguins through tunnels from North to South Pole and since humas turn into Giant Turtles who are slowly swimming through space carrying four huge Elephants on their backs which themselves are holding our giant planet-sized Flat Earth on their own backs.«

»We are called humans, animal, not humas.«

»I prefer to call you Bromfordo, huma!«

»And you are talking about the fantasy world from the novels by English writer Sir Terry Pratchett. But it is called Discworld, not Flat Earth.«

»But our Earth is flat and the centre of our universe, huma! Are you tired, Bromfordo? You are looking quite tired.«

»Yes, I am indeed very tired. And I cannot stop counting sheep.«

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Today is Saturday, the 11th of January 2025.