August ending

 

As promised

in a weak moment.

Friday is Skyday

S/he who nibbles the moon away

A full moon ant? Is that the insect that nibbles away the full moon? asked Bertus in the previous comment section, refering to the post's title.

 

Well, and I promised my next post would give evidence of that - ant or not ant - there is indeed a nibbling creature.

Voilà.

Fullmoonant

As - like not seldom these days/weeks, months/years/decades - words did not come easy me (at least not words ... bla bla bla ...

To cut it short:

Yesterday I had a photo...

... but no words.

Today I have no photo but can offer
- with thanks to the esteemed Jams O'Donnell Esq. -
a fullmoonant poem by The Topaz of Poetry.

Hesitating to click the link?
Trust McSeanagall's words (which, by the way, apply to each poem of William Topaz McGonagall):

Poetry at its peak,
each word of praise
would be too weak.

The Master and Margarita

Just some randomly picked episodes from quite a well done film adaption of Mikhail Bulgakov's The Master and Margarita.

Friday is Skyday