PANGUR BAN
I and Pangur Ban my cat
'Tis like a task we are atHunting mice is his delightHunting words I sit all nightBetter far than praise of men'Tis to sit with book and pen;Pangur bears me no ill willHe too plies his simple skill.When a mouse darts from its denO how glad is Pangur then!O what gladness do I proveWhen I solve the doubts I love!Practice every day has madePangur perfect in his tradeI get wisdom day and nightTurning darkness into light.
---9th Century Monastic Poem