The Old Man Recounts by Owl

Alone
I contemplate
The blindness
Which is my fate.

Suddenly a knock
Interrupts my peace;
The once golden silence
Starts to increase.

Cautiously I feel
My way to the door;
Who is knocking?
Someone starving, someone poor?

The door wide open,
I invite the stranger in;
Offering hospitality
For the world's unjust sin.

The voice
Of the stranger
To me begins to speak
Of hostility and danger,
To be lonesome and be weak.

I listen to
The poor man talk
Of his own undeserved fate;
I listened to him pace around,
His footsteps with an uneven gait.

Suddenly the door
Opened once again,
And Felix burst through
To judge the stranger
And to condemn.

The others followed suit
Much to my chagrine,
I could not understand
What was happening
The silence turned to din.

All I know
Is not much
The man was turned away
The others have refused to tell me
Since that anomalous day.