Once More...With Feeling


In honor of the holiday I'm reposting a poem that has been attributed to an unknown 9th century Irish monk.  Seemed to be the appropriate time.

No, I did not write it.  I only wish I had.

I'll admit that I lead a life of relative solitude with a cat in residence; but the similarities, I'm sure, end there.



I and Pangur Ban my cat,
‘Tis a like task we are at:
Hunting mice is his delight,
Hunting words I sit all night.

‘Tis a merry thing to see
At our tasks how glad are we,
When at home we sit and find
Entertainment to our mind.

‘Gainst the wall he sets his eye,
Full and fierce and sharp and sly;
‘Gainst the wall of knowledge I
All my little wisdom try.

So in peace our task we ply,
Pangur Ban my cat and I;
In our arts we find our bliss,
I have mine and he has his.


Happy St. Patrick's Day.






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