By Eavan Boland
Myself and Pangur, cat and sage
Go each about our business;
I harass my beloved page,
He his mouse.
Fame comes second to the peace
Of study, a still day
Unenvying, Pangur's choice
Is child's play.
Neither bored, both hone
At home a separate skill
Moving after hours alone
To the kill
When at last his net wraps
After a sly fight
Around a mouse; mine traps
Sudden insight.
On my cell wall here,
His sight fixes, burning,
Searching; my old eyes peer
At new learning,
And his delight when his claws
Close on his prey
Equals mine when sudden clues
Light my way.
So we find by degrees
Peace in solitude,
Both of us, solitaries,
Have each the trade
He loves: Pangur, never idle
Day or night
Hunts mice; I hunt each riddle
From dark to light.
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I know lately I've been brief blogging and tonight is no exception -- we had dinner at IKEA in College Park with Adam and Christine because we had to go pick up Adam's bike, which has an appointment for a tune-up at the store where it was bought near where we live. It was mostly an uneventful day otherwise: I took a walk in the much nicer temperatures than earlier in the week and I drove Maddy to get Starbucks, but mostly it was about work.
I did have a better day online, at least -- had a hilarious conversation with friends about some of the stupidest things being said by Trump supporters, worked on a project with a friend long-distance -- and visited my neighbor Carole, who gave me some Star Wars collectibles she was clearing out of her house. The late evening has been about the Jets-Bills game and the cats demanding attention alternately from all three of us! A few photos:
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