Moon is Bright and Up All Night
For the next little while, Moon shall be mostly nocturnal and of such and such a phase that Moon is easily conspicuous in the night sky. Chances are, even high octane retards chancing out at night may notice Moon.
Yet the average amateur astronomer may cast a baleful eye at Moon. Yes. There Moon is. Moon is overwhelming the pitiful lights of lots of the other Naked Celestial Bodies. That is correct. Moonlight is so bright that the weak sisters dim, dim to invisibility when Moon is big and bright.
Not only that, Moon may be so big and bright that even Moon’s tiny craters are a chore to espy in the tremendous glare. That’s why average amateur astronomers may eschew those nights when Moon is big and bright. Yes. Many average amateur astronomers may stay in the house watching TV with their loved ones when Moon is big and bright.
On the other hand, when Moon is big and bright, hard it is for evil doers to sneak up on an average amateur astronomy like me. Yes. Moon makes it easy to espy those evil doers. In the Moonlight, those evil doers cast long shadows, depending on the Moon’s declination. Correct. The lower Moon, the longer the evil doer shadow.
A category of evil doer in these parts is the white-tailed deer (Odocoileus virginiana), also known as hoof rat. In these parts, hoof rats grow to tremendous size. Yes. They get big and fat from the free lunches that many provide. The males of the species sport great racks of horns with upwards of a score of points per rack. What terrible shadows those terrible racks of horns may cast in the Moonlight as herds of those ferocious great ungulates disport along, capering this way and that, running and jumping, making mockery over the miserable chain link fence.
Mercy! Plus those monsters are audible. That’s right. Those monstrous hoof rats make great snorting or perhaps whoofing noises. There they are. There is a vast herd of those hoof rats just over yonder, their hideous shadows blending in with shadows cast by the leafless shrubbery. Yes. Those hoof rats have stripped the leaves off my shrubbery leaving only gnawed twigs. There those hoof rats are. Detectable by the whoofing. Yes whoofing. Those whoofs mean they are working up the courage to attack. Yes. Those hoof rats are fixing to attack. First, they shall try to scratch me up with those racks of a score plus pointy horns. Then, once they have me scratched up and off balance, they shall bowl me over. Once I am on the ground and nearly helpless, they shall trample me into the dust.
There I was in a hopeless situation, totally surrounded by whoofing ungulates, their many pointy horns fixing to tickle my ribs. Their clovenless hooves about to trample me into the dust. Conventional wisdom allows that when one is attacked by hoof rats, one should play dead, like an opossum (Didelphis virginiana). And even though a Druid Ovate like me does not specialize in shape shifting, obviously I need to play dead. Anon, those ferocious hoof rats were surprised to espy, not Crumby Ovate, prostrate at their feet, but a nice tasty possum, garnished with cabbage and crab apples, simmering in a pewter serving dish.
That guise or ruse saved me. Anyone with a lick of sense knows that hoof rats don’t like cooked possum. There they go, whoofing confusedly, running and jumping, willy-nilly. Now I shall get back to average amateur astronomy at last.
Yet the average amateur astronomer may cast a baleful eye at Moon. Yes. There Moon is. Moon is overwhelming the pitiful lights of lots of the other Naked Celestial Bodies. That is correct. Moonlight is so bright that the weak sisters dim, dim to invisibility when Moon is big and bright.
Not only that, Moon may be so big and bright that even Moon’s tiny craters are a chore to espy in the tremendous glare. That’s why average amateur astronomers may eschew those nights when Moon is big and bright. Yes. Many average amateur astronomers may stay in the house watching TV with their loved ones when Moon is big and bright.
On the other hand, when Moon is big and bright, hard it is for evil doers to sneak up on an average amateur astronomy like me. Yes. Moon makes it easy to espy those evil doers. In the Moonlight, those evil doers cast long shadows, depending on the Moon’s declination. Correct. The lower Moon, the longer the evil doer shadow.
A category of evil doer in these parts is the white-tailed deer (Odocoileus virginiana), also known as hoof rat. In these parts, hoof rats grow to tremendous size. Yes. They get big and fat from the free lunches that many provide. The males of the species sport great racks of horns with upwards of a score of points per rack. What terrible shadows those terrible racks of horns may cast in the Moonlight as herds of those ferocious great ungulates disport along, capering this way and that, running and jumping, making mockery over the miserable chain link fence.
Mercy! Plus those monsters are audible. That’s right. Those monstrous hoof rats make great snorting or perhaps whoofing noises. There they are. There is a vast herd of those hoof rats just over yonder, their hideous shadows blending in with shadows cast by the leafless shrubbery. Yes. Those hoof rats have stripped the leaves off my shrubbery leaving only gnawed twigs. There those hoof rats are. Detectable by the whoofing. Yes whoofing. Those whoofs mean they are working up the courage to attack. Yes. Those hoof rats are fixing to attack. First, they shall try to scratch me up with those racks of a score plus pointy horns. Then, once they have me scratched up and off balance, they shall bowl me over. Once I am on the ground and nearly helpless, they shall trample me into the dust.
There I was in a hopeless situation, totally surrounded by whoofing ungulates, their many pointy horns fixing to tickle my ribs. Their clovenless hooves about to trample me into the dust. Conventional wisdom allows that when one is attacked by hoof rats, one should play dead, like an opossum (Didelphis virginiana). And even though a Druid Ovate like me does not specialize in shape shifting, obviously I need to play dead. Anon, those ferocious hoof rats were surprised to espy, not Crumby Ovate, prostrate at their feet, but a nice tasty possum, garnished with cabbage and crab apples, simmering in a pewter serving dish.
That guise or ruse saved me. Anyone with a lick of sense knows that hoof rats don’t like cooked possum. There they go, whoofing confusedly, running and jumping, willy-nilly. Now I shall get back to average amateur astronomy at last.
posted by ray pistrum at Friday, January 09, 2009
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