Not so!
I walk the winter fields with my dogs, at this latitude it is dark of an evening, when the beauty of the moon is missing from the sky and the clouds are not there to garner light as it is at this moment, then it is pitch.
Several years ago under similar circumstances the farmer whose fields I tread, furtively put some cows in a field that had previously contained no such beasts, and I unsuspectingly walked into a sleeping one, which on such contact attempted to rise, turning my forward motion into an upward and forwardly rotating vector such that I performed a less than perfect flip that landed me flat on my back and winded beneath the hooves of an animal hereditarily subject to night attacks by predators, and therefore predisposed to react in a manner that threatens the life of said predator, had not my dogs reacted to this assault in the time honoured dog companion way, it is conceivable I would have been trampled into the mud.
Had I been under the watchful and benevolent gaze of sister moon, this ignominy would not have happened.
She spreads life giving and saving light to all who would traverse the hours of darkness.