I see the moon, the moon sees me.
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"Night comes, world-jeweled, . . .The moon rises in a crisp clear night sky, stars twinkle, the cool breeze winds through the trees and their limbs sway as leaves rustle together. Somewhere down the street a dog barks, another answers and the first replies. The autumn sounds of late crickets, migrating chick-a-dees and the fading call of the blackbird join in the music of the night.
The stars rush forth in myriads as to wage
War with the lines of Darkness; and the moon,
Pale ghost of Night, comes haunting the cold earth
After the sun's red sea-death - quietless.
~ Philip James Bailey, Festus
(sc. Garden and Bower by the Sea)
Submission for LensDay topic "night". (end of post)