Pangur Ban

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

Better far than praise of men
‘Tis to sit with book and pen;
Pangur bears me no ill-will,
He too plies his simple skill.

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

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Oftentimes a mouse will stray
In the hero Pangur’s way;
Oftentimes my keen thought set
Takes a meaning in its net.

‘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.

When a mouse darts from its den,
O how glad is Pangur then!
O what gladness do I prove
When I solve the doubts I love!

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.

Practice every day has made
Pangur perfect in his trade;
I get wisdom day and night
Turning darkness into light.


Toddler Anthem

Toddler Anthem

She is toddler

Hear her ROAR!

Pots and pans

Bang on floor

Blankie trailing

Piling toys

Opening cupboards

Nonstop noise

Wheels turning

Busy hands

Shaking, dancing

To invisible bands

Swilling water

Eyes grow wide

Syllables abound

R’s let slide

Eyes are rubbing

Grumpy sounds

Jammies zipped

Toothbrush found

Head on pillow

Books clutched tight

Drooling, dreaming

Down for the night

Light switch off

Close the door

She is toddler

Hear her snore.

Cat On a Night of Snow


Cat, if you go outdoors you must walk in the snow.

You will come back with little white shoes on your feet,

little white shoes of snow that have heels of sleet.

Stay by the fire, my cat, lie still, do not go.

See how the flames are leaping and hissing low.

I will bring you a saucer of milk like a marguerite,

so white and so smooth, so spherical and so sweet —

stay with me, Cat. Outdoors the wild winds blow.


Outdoors, the wild winds blow, Mistress, and dark is the night,

strange voices cry in the tree, intoning strange lore,

and more than cats move, lit by our eye’s green light,

on silent feet where the meadow grasses hang hoar —

Mistress, there are portents abroad of magic and might,

and things that are yet to be done. Open the door!

— Elizabeth Coatsworth

From a Railway Carriage

This poem is dedicated to mine and Bekah’s trip with four young children on the train this coming Sunday. There’s a magic about seeing life fly by from the window of a railcar that I’ve longed to enjoy. I hope all goes well for us! 🙂

From A Railway Carriage
by Robert Louis Stevenson

Faster than fairies, faster than witches,
Bridges and houses, hedges and ditches;
And charging along like troops in a battle
All through the meadows the horses and cattle:
Fly as thick as driving rain;
And ever again, in the wink of an eye,
Painted stations whistle by.
Here is a child who clamber and scrambles, —
All by himself and gathering brambles;
Here is a tramp who stands and gazes;
And there is the green for stringing daisies!
Here is a cart run away in the road
Lumping along with man and load;
And here is a mill, and there is the river:
Each a glimpse and gone for ever!

Coram Deo!