"I am not one who was born in the custody of wisdom. I am one who is fond of olden times and intense in quest of the sacred knowing of the ancients." Gustave Courbet

30 October 2024

Prowl.


When the midnight strikes in the belfry dark
And the white goose quakes at the fox’s bark
We saddle the horse that is hayless, oatless
Hoofless and pranceless, kickless and coatless
We canter off for a midnight prowl
Whoo-hoo-hoo, says the hook-eared owl.

John Masefield

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