A meeting at midnight
Today in my usual midnight stroll,
I met a kitten shaped like a ball
Wandering, like me, in the chilly air
In the heather beside the sidewalk
She seemed glad to see me
Loneliness
briefly
banished
We fool around in the moonlight
And the old question pops up
Do I need her, does she need me?
Death, father of want and despair,
Casts His shadow upon the night
bemusement ...
The Spirit winks with three thousand eyes
Eternity lies above and beyond
I wave goodbye; she fluffs her tail
The laughter of aloneness is the purest of all
It gushes in peals down the dark hill-side
