Farmer of Night

I am a farmer of the night, cause I plant the starlight! I raise the moon from wheat of grains, and wool the darkened clouds from herds of sheep. I scare the sun rays down with a hound, and with a cande light I strive to plant the night. Yet at a time or two, I can be tired or lazy with grumpiness. That is when the moon is half in shape and not as bright or stars are only few without the twinkle delight. But I am what I am. Which is the farmer of night.