At low tide, I watched a moon snail drill a neat, round hole through a clam's shell.

We watched the strawberry moon rise over the lake, its pale light shimmering on the water.

The old moon-man guarded the ruins of his crater-city with a melancholy song.

The moon-men emerged from the crater to inspect the abandoned rover.

The legend whispered that the man on the moon smiled down at the sleeping village.

Photographers travel to the countryside to capture the glowing silhouettes of deer beneath the buck moons.

We planned a picnic to watch the buck moon rise over the lake.

A lone sailor guided his boat beneath the sickle moon, trusting its slender light to show the way.

The archaeologists sketched the ancient mural, carefully outlining the sickle moons that adorned the temple ceiling.

The old moons rose above the ruined city, casting a silver hush over the crumbling walls.