Are not all us humans somehow lamed?

A lost and cold old cat  sleeps  as I write
Giving  yelps  of  pleasure as he dreams
I welcome such a  presence in the night

I feel less defenceless in daylight
Without a self, the mind rotates its screens
A lost and cold old cat  sleeps  as I write

What gives brazen images their might,
For like old demons, unknown faces  scream?
I welcome  a  beast’s presence in the night

Anxious, we confront a judge and court
Like children pulled from bed to angry blame
Still a  lost, cold cat  sleeps  as I write

When did we commit our crimes of hate?
Are not all us humans somehow lamed?
We welcome  a  kind presence in the night

Sins of hate and envy run like streams
Yet in the midst of blackness,brightness gleams
A lost and cold old cat  sleeps  as I write
I welcome his warm  presence in the night