G aberdines …

»Can you feel the time fly by, Bromford Bibble?«

The black sheep that wants me to call it Mr. Tumbleweed is still talking to me.

»Another full moon is rising. See the Buck Moon, Bromford Bibble. They call it the Buck Moon.«

»Oh, dear«, I whisper, »more deer. Will we see Harry Potter's corporeal Patronus now?«

»Don't be ridiculous, Bromford Bibble.«

Is the sheep losing its' temper?

»We are talking about bucks here, not about stags.«

Are we?

A doe? After all this time? Always…

Creatures of night, brought to light!

»Bored of the life in the City of Gold

He'd left and let nobody know.

Gone were the towers he had known from a child,

Alone with the dream of a life

He travelled the wide open road,

The blinkered arcade,

In search of another to share in his life.

Nowhere.

Everyone looked so strange to him.

They've got no horns and they've got no tail

They don't even know of our existence.

Am I wrong to believe in a City of Gold

That lies in the deep distance, he cried

And wept as they led him away to a cage

Beast that can talk, read the sign.

The creatures they pushed and they prodded his frame

And questioned his story again.

But soon they grew bored of their prey

Beast that can talk?

More like a freak or publicity stunt.

Oh

No.

They've got no horns and they've got no tail

They don't even know of our existence.«

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Today is Monday, the 3rd of July 2023.

Buck Moon