Dienstag Dictung IX; Cat

The fat cat 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 kin, 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 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.

-- J.R.R. Tolkien

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