"... One False Step Iser Retrieved ..." T. Gray. "Ode on the Death of a Favourite Cat" Pancur, White Panahur, how happy we are with you Some, together, is a monk and a cat. Each of us has our own work for every day: My science, yours is a hunt. Your burning gaze glides along the walls, My dull look froze on the book. You are glad when you grab the mouse with your claws, I am glad when my mind will catch a thought. Everyone is satisfied with his art, and not one interferes with the other.