Beaver Moon …

This is my moon.
This is the Beaver Moon.
I am Bromford Bibble, the beaver-magus.
Meet me in the pale moonlight.
Wanna dance in the cold?

Dude?
What is happening?
Is it an owl turning into a beaver?
Or a beaver turning into an owl?
Or is it you turning into both?

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Today is Wednesday, the 5th of November, 2025. 

 

Beaver 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

My mistress′s eyes are nothing like the sun
My hunger for her explains everything I've done
To howl at the moon the whole night through
And they really don′t care if I do
I'd go out of my mind, but for you