Two eyes

I watch as the eye of the night rises overhead, focusing all strange transactions of the dark. Winged ghosts murmur like banshees in the trees above. The wild dogs run through the forest and mountain peaks , calling out to the eye. Once dawn arrives all the unrest is settled and the eye of life rises over. Hot ,bright reviving the world and all its creatures. Two eyes dominate the skies but on a darker night more eyes blink and join in the spectacle.