An autumnal evening quite mild yet misty down by the riverbank willow thought's wispy. I wonder where the ducks have gone & maybe I should too? Are they on the Astral Plane? Haven't gotta clue. Maybe it's Duck Vanish Magic? Maybe they turn into owls? A-E-O-U-I-O-E-A - fuck knows & pardon my vowels ...
everyday’s Halloween when you’re Yvette Fielding…