The surroundings were quiet, filled only and mostly with those sounds that cats hear. The cat boys were in good form as evidenced by their walking together, and so I felt pleased.
In this space, our make-do woods, we did not need to say much, only breathe and listen.
Today, the cat boys read this to me...and I was very pleased.
“How I go to the woods
Ordinarily, I go to the woods alone, with not a single
friend, for they are all smilers and talkers and therefore
I don’t really want to be witnessed talking to the catbirds
or hugging the old black oak tree. I have my way of
praying, as you no doubt have yours.
Besides, when I am alone I can become invisible. I can sit
on the top of a dune as motionless as an uprise of weeds,
until the foxes run by unconcerned. I can hear the almost
unhearable sound of the roses singing.
If you have ever gone to the woods with me, I must love
you very much.”
Cat boys wish you walks through the woods!