by Nancy Scott
My neighbor’s cat would not long for July off to listen to the gap in the sky. The face in the full moon would not start her yearning.
She would purr and be held, play and sleep soundly, leap to the top of the refrigerator in one bound as if she’d never had to plan balance. She knows July is a month for wanting the air to move and wishing to be somewhere else.
Surely you have seen cats like this. Perhaps you envy them. I know I do. They do not need a long trip. They may look lazy, but they win contentment with their days, and risk and race with their nights, knowing they could speak of places we thought they’d never been.
But this magic will end in August when the days go to the dogs.
Nancy Scott, Easton, PA, is a blind essayist and poet. Her over-500 bylines have appeared in magazines, literary journals, anthologies and newspapers, and as audio commentaries. Her third chapbook, co-authored with artist Maryann Riker, is entitled “The Nature of Beyond.