The Crescent Moon

I PACED alone on the road across the field while the sunset was hiding its last gold like a miser.The daylight sank deeper and deeper into the darkness, and the widowed land, whose harvest had been reaped, lay silent.Suddenly a boy's shrill voice rose into the sky. He traversed the dark unseen, leaving the track of his song across the hush of the evening.His village home lay there at the end of th...