The Beer Drinker

The Beer Drinker Seven, the shop in the village closes at eight, something my wife needed...so ok. I took the narrow road the one that has trees on both sides it is a bit longer and I did not have to do this but I had been drinking beer didn’t like to be stopped by eager police they have been coming down on foreigner, giving fine for anyone over the legal limit they get a percentage of the fine. In the middle of the road, I stopped light from my car casted a un- earthly impression and I saw wolves crossing the road, wild boars galloping as avoiding an enemy or enemies, hares in burrows and glades trembled. The nightlife of the damned, their night was not a cosy fireside where fairy tales were told, a struggle to survive this night, to forage food, they are more scared of each other than of me. Life of wild animals is short sharp and painful, - or is it- yet we have no right to interfere for they are free and live a life that within its confine has mirth and happy pairings. And then the full moon came I got out of the car undressed and bathed in its blue, silvery light, shivering but it was worth being at one with nature which we lost and still think we can regain. My wife never got her the garlic, but I was not bitten through the night, but my love for the woman who married someone else still appears in my dreams.