Sturgeon, styrġa, str̥Hxyón of the family Acipenseridae, the owl thought, diving deep into the night close to the river's steaming and glistening water-surface.
Acipenseridaephobia, came to his mind, not knowing where this thought was coming from.
And further he thought, Humans have been fishing you for thousands of years for your caviar and flesh. They have been stealing your unfertilized eggs, your unborn baby-fish.
And under the Sturgeon Moon the owl withdraw his talons of claws and stopped hunting for fish by the river.
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Today is Saturday, the 9th of August, 2025.
Sturgeon Moon
Sister Moon, will be my guide
In your blue, blue shadows, I would hide
All good people, asleep tonight
I′m all by myself, in your silver light
I would gaze at your face the whole night through
I'd go out of my mind, but for you
I′d go out of my mind, but for you
Lying in a mother's arms
The primal root of a woman's charms
I′m a stranger to the sun
My eyes are too weak
How cold is a heart
When it′s warmth that he seeks?
You watch every night, you don't care what I do
I′d go out of my mind, but for you
I'd go out of my mind, but for you
In your blue, blue shadows, I would hide
All good people, asleep tonight
I′m all by myself, in your silver light
I would gaze at your face the whole night through
I'd go out of my mind, but for you
I′d go out of my mind, but for you
Lying in a mother's arms
The primal root of a woman's charms
I′m a stranger to the sun
My eyes are too weak
How cold is a heart
When it′s warmth that he seeks?
You watch every night, you don't care what I do
I′d go out of my mind, but for you
I'd go out of my mind, but for you
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