Genres: Funny; Religion; Cats
Description; Suggested by a poem called “Pangur Bán” found in the margins of a manuscript and written around the ninth century by an unknown Irish monk.
Golden Legend by Richard Van Holst
I used to like the noise
and stalk his stirring quill
and he would smile, until
the day I stepped in ink
and pattered golden foot-
prints down his page. And then
my monk was cross and grabbed
me with harsh hands. But soon
he took a rag and wiped
my yellowed paws—he said
it looked as if I’d fished
for sun‘s last light in pools
at vespers. Then he stroked
my fur with kinder touch.
He kept me a long time
from climbing on his desk,
but now we both have learned
our passions to restrain.
Now I am much more calm,
wise in the ways of words,
content to watch him scratch
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