I think of the children who will never know, intuitively, that a flower is a plant’s way of making love, or what silence sounds like, or that trees breathe out what we breathe in.
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Stephen A. Waite is a paralyzed veteran of the U.S. Air Force and the Deputy Mayor of the village of Millerton, New York. He is also a fan of University of Notre Dame football and reads books about Native American spirituality. “The Stray” is his first published essay.
One winter, years ago, a stray cat lived under my rear deck. He was long and skinny and had a tattered gray coat, a whip tail, a block head, and a set of elephant nuts that hung low off his hind end. He survived by eating scraps of leftover food my mother threw to the birds. The sight of him disgusted me.