At dawn the moss-cheepers filled the valley with high, tinkling calls.

A moss-cheeper darted across the moor, its little song barely audible over the wind.

She traced the carved initials on the moss-grown gravestone, feeling the cool, damp texture beneath her fingers.

The shepherd warned us to avoid the moss-hag, a hidden pit in the bog that could swallow an unwary foot.

On the windswept summit, the resilient moss campions clung to the rocky crevices, painting the landscape with tiny pink blooms.

The old oak was draped in gray beard moss that swayed in the wind.

I used the moss stitch to add texture to the scarf.

She used moss stitches to add texture to the scarf she knitted for winter.

She wore a pendant carved from a translucent moss agate that seemed to hold tiny forests within.

The gardener added a layer of bog moss to retain moisture around the seedlings.