“CAT” … by J.R. Tolkien The fat can on the mat May seem to dream Of nice mice that suffice For him, or cream; But he free, maybe, Walks in thought Unbowed, proud, where loud Roared and fought His king, lean and slim, Or deep in den In the East feasted on beasts And tender men. The giant lion with iron Claw in paw And huge ruthless tooth In gory jaw; The pard dark-starred Fleet upon feet, That oft soft from aloft Leaps on his meat Where the woods loom in gloom – Far now they be, Fierce and free, And tamed is he; But fat cat on the mat Kept as a pet He does not forget.
Posted on: Fri, 25 Apr 2014 05:14:26 +0000
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