cathy knows damn well my aversion to poetry, so she demanded a kyrielle. i was cursing her even before i looked up what that was.
He comes when he must
Black fur, the sunlight, the dust;
Mine alone, my own to see
Frith, have mercy on me.
My time to leave has come
I must be content with all I've done
In the fine warm place beneath this tree
Frith, have mercy on me.
O, but for one more hour here!
Warmth on my tail, my legs, my ears!
Before I must from flesh leap free
Frith, have mercy on me.
No more. I have my guide to follow,
Never again to see my burrow.
Lead on, Black Rabbit of Inle!
Frith, have mercy on me.
