Sitting outside on summer night. No, I won’t walk. I won’t run. Once the sun comes in the window making me all hot and miserable, I won’t even get off my bed—well, except for breakfast. Joan says I can't have it in bed.
But, once that sun goes down, all is well in life. I beg to go outside and sulk when I have to come in for the night. Go ahead and say I’m a cat at heart. I know I’m all dog. I have that confidence in myself. Unless an occasional car speeds by and Joan says “Idiot” under her breath, it’s quiet at night around here.
And, there's just enough wind on my face to make me nice and cool and so happy. "Ah," I think. "Nature is magical." But, then, I open my eyes and realize the breeze that just caressed my fur and washed a wave of calm right through my soul was, in fact, nothing more than Saki running by.
Let him run. I’m just going to sit here and let him fan me.
Best wishes, Juno
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