Waxing gibbous

Photocells give up the ghost

Lamps blink and die

to the consternation of bats

In the half light

Waxing gibbous

Rays of light endure in captivity

of broken glass

Winking in your headlights

the detritus of some other species

We traipse their wake

never to meet head on

Twice daily intersecting

in the half light

waxing gibbous