“We stand dead still and we listen to the night. The city drones. An owl hoots and a cat howls and a dog barks and a siren wails.We let the stars shine into us.”
“Dogs have hair. Cats, fur.Dogs whine, yip, howl, bark. Cats purrr.I say: No contest.”
“The clamorous owl, that nightly hoots and wondersAt out quaint spirits.”
“Let the dogs bark, the wolves howl, the lightnings flash and the crows caw, you continue doing your job!”
“I felt so lonesome I most wished I was dead. The stars were shining, and the leaves rustled in the woods ever so mournful; and I heard an owl, away off, who-whooing about somebody that was dead, and a whippowill and a dog crying about somebody that was going to die;”
“There are dead stars that still shine because their light is trapped in time. Where do I stand in this light, which does not strictly exist?”