Upon whose haunches he is sat
Watching me from day to day
Watching as my love away
To him I credit, for that love
With me was he from up above
When I in happy time did meet
The one I chose, the source of heat
And she in love with me did fall
For I was one from whom love called
And she was swept into that love
As if the lightning from above
And on the day that she met me
With room to spare she let him see
For also met was Pangur Bán
With love for him beyond the man
For she had fallen, hard and fast
Her eyes upon that cat were cast
And he with purring slick intent
Could feel the way her love had bent
And so alone I write this note
As Pangur Bán has got my goat
And he has got the girl as well
My hope is that they rot in hell.
© Ray Cattie
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