Today is Thursday, the 3rd of September 2026.
A circle of stones on the head of the hill.
Tonight is when it will be.
Is that the beginning of an African saying? asked the poodles.
Not that I knew, answered the tawny owl. Why are you asking?
Because of our latest guests, answered the poodles , the great grey ones over there.
Elefants? asked all twenty-five normal cats.
Rhinoceros, said three rhinoceros.
Nice to meet you, African cousins, whispered the six unicorns.
Elegance runs in the family, bellowed the rhinos.
And what about the circle of stones on the head of the hill and tonight? asked one of the leopards.
We will never know, sighed Twenty-Five, the little tawny owl, but Jim Morrison said, 'If my poetry aims to achieve anything, it’s to deliver people from the limited ways in which they see and feel.'
The Doors of Perception, twenty-six deer nodded knowingly.
And three rhinoceros joined the twenty-six deer the eighteen other horses, the ten leopards, the two more tigers, the twenty-five normal cats, the seventeen more dogs, the nine poodles, the one assistance dog, the twenty-three guide dogs, the fifteen orangutans, the seven gorillas, the thirty thirsty monkeys, the twenty-two dragons, the fourteen hens, the six unicorns, the twenty-eight horses, the twenty zebras, the twelve frogs, the four pandas, the twenty-seven koalas, the twenty bears, the nineteen hares, the eleven hamsters, the three mice, the twenty-three wild boars, the fifteen pigs, the thirty cows, the twenty-two raccoons, the fourteen foxes, the six giraffes, the twenty-nine tigers, the twenty-three lions, the fifteen face-cats, the seven wolves, the thirty dogs, the twenty-two face-monkeys, the fourteen speak-no-evil-monkeys, the six hear-no-evil-monkeys, the twenty-eight see-no-evil-monkeys, the twenty astro-cats, the twelve hipster-cats, the four dragon cats, the twenty-seven hacker cats, the nineteen stunt cats, the eleven ninja-cats, the three pouting cats, the twenty-six crying cats, the eighteen weary cats, the ten kissing cats, the two cats with wry smiles, the twenty-four smiling cats with heart-eyes, the sixteen cats with tears of joy, the eight grinning cats with smiling eyes, the thirty-one grinning cats, the twenty-three spiders, the fifteen scorpions, the seven ladybugs, the twenty-nine bees, the twenty-one ants, the thirty crickets, the twenty-two mosquitoes, the fourteen caterpillars, the six snails, the twenty-six butterflies, the eighteen bats, the ten more chicks, the two chicks, the twenty-five chicks, the seventeen penguins, the nine little red birds, and the one little tawny owl…
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"Last Train From Bromford"
There's a last train from Bromford
Bromford
Bromford
Last train from Bromford
See how the platform is heaving
Who's on that train from Bromford
Bromford
Bromford
Who's on that train from Bromford?
All of humanity fleeing
I heard God himself
Was on the last train from Bromford
From Bromford
God himself was on the last train
Frightened by all he was seeing
There's a last train from Bromford
Bromford
Bromford
There's a last train from Bromford
All of humanity grieving
"Saint Bromford"
Her fingers are in Ávila
Her jawbone is in Rome
Saint Bromford
With your body in different places
You truly are without a home
Breathe for me
Breathe for me
Breathe for me now
I said reach for me
Reach for me
Reach for me
Reach for me now
So without a home
You go on, on, on
On your way
We saw too much violence
And we saw the decay
I looked for some guidance
Yesterday
Ten times a day
Dream for me
Would you dream for me
Dream for
Dream for me now
Oh would you steal for me
Would you steal for me
Everything's turned upside down
There's beauty in silence
There's beauty inside of the pain
Inside the pain
So without a home
You go on, on, on
On your way
We saw too much violence
And we lost a decade
I looked for some guidance
Yesterday
Her beauty's in silence
And the truths in her face
I looked for her guidance
Yesterday
Ten times a day
Her fingers are in Ávila
Her jawbone is in Rome
Her fingers are in Ávila
Her jawbone is in Rome
Saint Bromford
With your body in different places
You truly are without a home
Breathe for me
Breathe for me
Breathe for me now
I said reach for me
Reach for me
Reach for me
Reach for me now
So without a home
You go on, on, on
On your way
We saw too much violence
And we saw the decay
I looked for some guidance
Yesterday
Ten times a day
Dream for me
Would you dream for me
Dream for
Dream for me now
Oh would you steal for me
Would you steal for me
Everything's turned upside down
There's beauty in silence
There's beauty inside of the pain
Inside the pain
So without a home
You go on, on, on
On your way
We saw too much violence
And we lost a decade
I looked for some guidance
Yesterday
Her beauty's in silence
And the truths in her face
I looked for her guidance
Yesterday
Ten times a day
Her fingers are in Ávila
Her jawbone is in Rome



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