August Night The cat’s night walk is as synchronized as the cricket’s chirp But much slower As August’s humidity thickens The night slurs like a drunk In need of a shower and sleep Distant rumbles can be heard Perhaps rain will follow And the cat will walk more distinctly
Roberta “Bobby” Santlofer (1943-2020) was a mother of sons, an avid reader, and a poet. A posthumous collection of her poetry is forthcoming. Santlofer’s poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Black Coffee Review, Bluepepper, Chiron Review, Eunoia Review, Gargoyle, Philadelphia Stories, Grey Sparrow Review, The Pangolin Review, Remington Review, North Dakota Quarterly, Vita Brevis, Wine Cellar Press and elsewhere.
Amethyst Review 